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WEED,  PARSONS  &  CO..  PRINTERS, 

1808. 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  HYMNS. 


THE  HAPPY  LAND. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  1,] 

Tliere  is  a  happy  land, 

Far,  far  away, 
"Wliere  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day. 
Oh  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
""Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King;" 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring. 

Praise,  praise  for  aye, 

Come  to  that  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away. 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand, 

Why  still  delay  ? 
Oh,  we  shall  happy  be. 
When,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  dwell  with  thee, 

Blest,  blest  for  aye. 

Bright  in  that  happy  land, 

Beams  every  eye: 
Kept  by  a  Father,s  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
Oh  then  to  glory  run  ; 
Be  a  rrown  and  kingdom  won ; 
And  bright,  above  the  sun, 

We'll  reign  for  aye^ 

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SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

WONT  YOIT  VOLUNTEER  ? 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  5.] 

Come,  boys,  come,  girls,  wont  you  volunteer  ? 

If  you'd  reign  in  heaven  above,  you  must  battle  here; 
Say  not,  say  not,  we  are  weak  and  few; 

Only  battle  for  the  riglit,  God  will  strengthen  you. 
Chorus. — March  on.  march  on,  singing  as  3'ou  go; 
March  on,  march  on,  do  not  fear  the  foe; 
March  on,  march  on,  singing  as  you  go ; 
March  on,  march  on,  do  not  fear  the  foe ; 

Come,  boys,  come,  girls,  wont  you  volunteer  ? 

Youthful  soldiers  of  the  cross,  to  our  ranks  repair; 
List  not,  list  not  to  the  world  and  sin. 

Turn  away  from  foes  without,  and  from  foes  within. 
Chorus. — March  on,  march  on,  etc. 

Come,  boys,  come,  girls,  wont  you  volunteer? 

Jesus  bought  you  with  his  blood;  how  can  you  forbear? 
Sinful,  dying,  to  your  help  he  flew, 

"Wont  you  love  and  hve  for  him  who  has  died  for  you? 
Chorus. — March  on,  march  on,  etc. 

Come,  boys,  come,  giris.  wont  you  volunteer? 

Soon  the  vict'ry  shall  be  yours,  if  you  persevere ; 
Singing,  shining,  on  a  heavenly  throne. 

You  shall  strike  a  harp  of  gold  and  wear  a  golden  crown. 
Chorus. — March  on,  march  on,  etc. 

AROUND  THE  THRONE. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  11.] 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven, 

Thousands  of  children  stand  ; 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

A  holy,  happy  band, 

Singing,  glory,  glory,  glory  be  to  God  on  high. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white 

See  every  one  arrayed ; 
Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 

And  joys  that  never  fade, 

Singing,  Glory,  glory,  glory,  eta 

"What  brought  them  to  that  world  above — 
That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair. 

Where  all  is  peace  and  joy  and  love  ? 
How  came  those  children  there  ? 
Singiug,  Glory,  glory,  glory,  etc. 

Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood 

To  wash  away  their  sin : 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 

Behold  them  white  and  clean, 
Singing,  Glory,  glory,  glory,  etc. 

On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  graces 
On  earth  they  loved  his  name  ; 

So  now  they  see  his  blessed  face. 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb, 

Singing,  Glory,  glory,  glory,  eta 


UNIVERSAL  PRAISE. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  12.] 

The  valle_YS  and  the  mountains, 

The  woodland  and  the  plain. 
The  rivers  and  the  fountains. 

The  sunshine  and  the  rain, 
The  stars  that  shine  above  me, 

The  flowers  that  deck  the  sod, 
Proclaim  aloud  the  glory  of  my  God. 

Praises,  holy  adoration, 
Praises  to  the  God  above  ; 

Praises  thro'  Lhe  wide  creation, 
Sound  aloud  his  greatness  and  his  love. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

And  shall  the  voice  of  nature 

Thus  glorify  its  King  ; 
And  man,  the  noble  creature, 
No  grateful  tribute  bring? 
Shall  mercy  strew  his  pathway, 
And  all  the  senses  please, 
And  man  withold  the  sacrifice  of  praise  ? 

Praise  him,  ye  that  live  for  ever ; 
Praise  him  every  heart  and  voice  : 

Praise  him,  he's  the  glorious  giver; 
Praise  him  in  your  sorrows  and  your  joya 

The  word  of  life  he  gave  us 

To  guide  us  to  the  sky; 
That  he  might  justly  save  us. 

He  sent  his  son  to  die — 
To  die  in  shame  and  anguish, 
To  die  a  sacrifice  ; 
To  save  us  from  the  death  that  never  dies 

Praise  him,  praise  him  for  salvation  ; 
Praise  him,  praise  him  for  his  son ; 

Praise  him,  every  tribe  and  nation; 
Praise  him  for  the  battle  he  has  won. 

Then  train  your  youthful  voices 

To  hymn  his  praise  above  ; 
Por  he  who  here  rejoices 

In  Jesus'  dying  love. 
Around  liis  throne  in  glory 
Shall  all  his  love  proclaim, 
And  sing  the  song  of  Moses  and  the  lamb. 

Praise  him,  praise  th'  eternal  Father; 
Praise  him,  praise  th'  eternal  Son ; 

Praise  him,  praise  the  three  together, 
Father.  Son,  and  Spirit,  three  in  One. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HTTVINS.  9 

TO  TIIEE,  MY  GOD  AND  SAVIOUR. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  13.] 

To  thee,  my  God  and  Saviour 

My  heart  exulting  springs, 
Rejoicing  in  thy  favor, 

Almighty  King  of  kings; 
I'll  celebrate  thy  glory 

With  all  the  saints  above, 
And  tell  the  wondrous  story 
Of  thy  love. 

Chorus. 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah! 

Glory  to  the  God  of  love ; 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah ! 

Glory  ever  be  to  God  above. 

Soon  as  the  morn  with  roses 

Bedecks  tlie  dewy  east, 
And  when  the  sun  reposes 
Upon  the  ocean's  breast, 
My  voice  in  supplication, 

Jehovah,  thou  shalthear; 
Oh  grant  me  thy  salvation, 
And  draw  near. 
Glory,  glory,  etc. 

By  thee,  through  hfe  supported, 

I  pass  the  dangerous  road, 
By  heavenly  hosts  escorted 
Up  to  their  bright  abode; 
There  cast  my  crown  before  thee, 

My  toils  and  conflicts  o'er. 
And  gratefully  adore  thee 
".nrals  Everniore. 

Glory,  glory,  etc. 


6  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

HOSANNA. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  14.] 

What  are  those  soul  reviving  strains 
Which  echo  thus  from  Salem's  plains  ? 

What  antlieras  loud,  and  louder  slill, 
So  sweetly  sound  from  Zion's  hill? 

•'Glory,  plory  !"  let  us  sing, 
While  heaven  and  earth  with  "Glory !"rin^, 

Hosanna,  hosanna,  hosanna  to  the  Lamb  of  God  I 

Lo,  'tis  an  infant  chorus  sings 

"Hosanna  to  the  King  of  kings  I" 

The  Saviour  comes,  and  babes  proclaim 
Salvation  sent  in  Jesus'  name, 
Glory,  glory,  etc. 

Messiah's  name  shall  joy  impart, 

Alike  to  Jew  and  Gentile  heart: 
He  bled  for  us,  he  bled  for  you. 

And  we  will  sing  Hosanna  too. 
Glory,  glory,  etc. 

Proclaim  Hosannas  loud  and  clear. 

See  David's  Son  and  Lord  appear; 
All  praise  on  earth  to  him  be  given. 

And  "  Glory !''  shout  through  highest  heaven. 
Glory,  glory,  etc. 

HALLELUJAH. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  16.] 

In  the  far  better  land  of  glory  and  light 

The  ransomed  are  singing  in  garments  of  white. 

The  harpers  are  harping,  and  all  the  bright  train 

Sing  the  song  of  redemption — "The  Lamb  that  was  slain." 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  Hallelujah  to  tiie  Lamb, 

Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Amen. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  ( 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Amen. 

Like  the  sound  of  the  sea  swells  their  chorus  of  praise 
Round  the  star-circled  crown  of  the  Ancient  of  days, 
And  thrones  and  dominions  re-echo  the  strain 
Of  jclory  eternal  to  him  that  was  slain. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  etc. 

Dear  Saviour,  may  we,  with  our  voices  so  faint, 
Sing  the  chorus  celestial  with  angel  and  saint  ? 
Yes,  yes,  we  will  sing,  and  thine  ear  we  will  gain 
Witli  the  song  of  redemption — "  The  Lamb  that  was  slain." 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  etc. 

Now,  children  and  teachers,  and  friends,  all  unite 
In  a  loud  hallelujah  with  the  ransomed  in  light; 
To  Jesus  we'll  sing  that  melodius  strain, 
The  song  of  redemption — "  The  Lamb  that  was  slain." 

COME  AND  JOIN  THE  ARMY. 

[Frona  the  Happy  Yoices,  page  18.] 
"We're  marching  to  the  camp  above; 

Oh  wont  you  come  and  join  us  ? 
"We've  shaken  off  the  chains  of  sin, 
No  longer  they  confine  us. 

Then  come  and  join  the  army. 
Then  come  and  join  the  army ; 
Oh  gird  the  gospel  armor  on, 
And  come  and  join  the  army. 

"We  once  as  rebels  boldly  fought, 

The  rebel  banner  o'er  us, 
But  Jesus  won  us  by  his  cross, 

And  now  leads  on  before  us. 

Then  come  and  join  the  array,  etc.  ^ 

And  tho'  against  the  shield  of  faith 
The  fiery  darts  may  rattle, 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

A  soldier  Jesus  never  lost, 
And  never  lost  a  battle. 

Then  come  and  join  the  army,  etc 

He'll  give  us  peace  and  holy  joy 

On  this  side  of  the  river, 
And  when  we've  passed  the  swelling  flood, 

Eternal  life  forever. 

Then  come  and  join  the  army,  etc. 

And  soon  the  conflict  will  be  o'er, 

And  will  it  not  be  glorious 
To  leave  the  battle-field  for  heaven, 

Rejoicing  and  victorious! 
Then  come  and  join  the  army,  etc. 

1  WANT  TO  BE  AN  ANGEL. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  22.] 

I  want  to  be  an  angel, 

And  with  the  angels  stand, 
A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  within  my  hand  ; 
There,  right  before  my  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  brtght, 
I'd  wake  the  sweetest  music, 

And  praise  him  day  and  night. 

I  never  should  be  weary, 

Nor  ever  shed  a  tear, 
Nor  ever  know  a  sorrow. 

Nor  ever  feel  a  fear ; 
But  blessed,  pure,  and  holy, 

I'd  dwell  in  Jesus'  sight, 
And  with  ten  thousand  thousands 

Praise  him  both  day  and  night. 

I  know  I'm  weak  and  sinful, 
But  Jesus  will  forgive  ; 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  '• 

For  many  litle  children 

Ha%'e  gone  to  heaven  to  live. 
Dear  Saviour,  when  I  languish, 

And  lay  me  down  to  die, 
Oh  send  a  shining  angel 

To  bear  me  to  the  sky. 

Oh  there  I'll  be  an  angel, 

And  with  the  angels  stand, 
A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  within  my  hand; 
And  there  before  ray  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
I'll  join  the  heavenly  music, 

And  praise  him  day  and  night. 


THE  SOLID  ROCK. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  83.] 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 
Than  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness; 
I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame. 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name : 
On  Christ,  the  solid  rock  I  stand ; 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand, 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

When  darkness  seems  to  veil  his  face, 
I  rest  on  his  unchanging  grace; 
In  every  high  and  stormy  gale, 
My  anchor  holds  within  the  vale. 
On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  etc. 

His  oath,  his  covenant,  and  blood. 
Support  me  in  the  'whelming  flood ; 
"When  all  around  my  soul  gives  way, 
He  then  is  all  my  hope  and  stay. 
On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  etc. 


10  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

SINGING  OF  JESUS. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  22.] 

Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

"While  hearts  and  accents  blend, 
Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

The  sinner's  only  friend, 
His  holy  soul  rejoices 

Amid  the  choirs  above, 
To  hear  our  youthful  voices 

Exulting  in  his  love. 

"We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Who  wept  our  path  along; 
We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

The  tempted  and  the  strong  ; 
None  who  besought  his  healing, 

He  passed  unheeded  by; 
And  still  retains  his  feeling 

For  us  above  the  sky. 

We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Who  died  our  souls  to  save; 
We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Triumphant  o'er  tlie  grave; 
And  in  our  hour  of  danger 

We'll  trust  his  love  alone, 
Who  once  slept  in  a  manger, 

And  now  sits  on  the  throne. 

Then  let  us  sing  of  .lesus, 

While  yet  on  earth  we  stay. 
And  hope  to  sing  of  Jesus 

Throughout  eternal  day; 
For  those  who  here  confess  him 

He  will  in  heaven  confess, 
And  faithful  hearts  that  bless  him 

He  will  forever  bless 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS,  11 

LONELY  TRAVELER. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  66.J 

I  'm  a  lonely  traveler  here, 
"Weary,  oppressed, 

But  my  journey's  end  is  near- 
Soon  shall  I  rest ! 

Dark  and  dreary  is  the  way, 
Toiling  I  've  come  ; 

Ask  me  not  with  you  to  stay, 
Yonder's  my  home. 

I  'm  a  weary  traveler  here,  "* 

I  must  go  on, 
For  my  journey's  end  is  near, 

I  must  be  gone. 
Brighter  joys  than  earth  can  give, 

Win  me  away ; 
Pleasures  that  forever  live — 

I  can  not  stay. 

I  'm  a  traveler  to  a  land 

"Where  all  is  fair, 
"Where  is  seen  no  broken  band — 

All,  all  are  there. 
"Where  no  tear  shall  ever  fall. 

Nor  heart  be  sad  ; 
Where  the  glory  is  for  all. 

And  all  are  glad. 

I  'm  a  traveler,  and  I  go 

Where  all  is  fair ; 
Farewell,  all  I  've  loved  below — 

I  must  be  there. 
Worldly  lionors,  hopes,  and  gain, 

All  I  resign ; 
Welcome  sorrow,  grief,  and  pain, 

If  heaven  be  mine. 


12  8ABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

I  'ra  a  traveler — call  me  not — 

Upward  my  way; 
Yonder  is  my  rest  and  lot ; 

I  can  not  stay. 
Farewell,  earthly  pleasures  all, 

Pilgrim  I  Ml  roam  ; 
Hail  me  not — in  vain  you  call 

Tender's  my  home. 


THE  RIVER  OF  LIFE. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  67.] 

Oh  I  there  is  a  river  whose  fresh  waters  flow 
O'er  earth's  broadest  surface,  a  cure  for  all  woe: 
Its  streams  are  all  healing,  there's  life  in  each  wave, 
Oh,  try  it  and  prove  it,  'tis  mighty  to  save. 

Jesus  calls,  will  you  come?  will  you  come?  will  you 
come?  will  you  come? 

Jesus  calls,  will  you  come?  will  you  come? 

Come  to  Jesus,  come  now, 

Yes,  come,  0  come  to  Jesus, 

Come  to  Jesus,  come  now, 

Yes,  come,  0  come  to  Jesua, 
"    Come  to  Jesus,  come  now. 

Oh  I  drink  of  this  river,  its  full  crystal  flood 
Refreshes  and  lightens  of  sin's  weary  load ; 
Its  ripples  ne'er  mix  with  the  billows  of  strife, 
This  is  the  "  Pure  River  of  Water  of  Life." 
Jesus  calls,  etc. 

This  beautiful  river  our  boast  well  may  be, 
'Tis  fresh,  overflowing,  and  better,  'tis  free  I 
The  sin-sick  rejoice  in  this  "peace-speaking"  tide, 
This  river  is  Jesus,  the  "once  crucified." 
Jesus  calls,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  13 

REST  FOR  THE  WEARY. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  36.] 
In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory, 

There  remains  a  land  of  rest, 
Tliere  my  Saviour's  gone  before  me, 
To  fuiHU  my  soul's  request; 
Tliere  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
Tliere  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  3'ou — 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 
There  is  rest  for  you. 

He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 

Which  eternally  shall  stand, 
For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 

In  that  holy,  happy  laud. 
There  is  rest,  etc. 

Pain  nor  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter. 

Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share; 
But  in  that  celestial  center, 

I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 
There  is  rest,  etc. 

Death  itself  sliall  then  be  vanquished, 
And  his  sting  shall  be  withdrawn ; 

Shout  for  gladness,  O  ye  ransomed. 
Hail  with  joy  the  rising  morn. 
There  is  rest,  etc. 

Sing,  0  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory ; 

Shout  your  triumph  as  you  go; 
Zion's  gates  will  open  for  you. 

You  shall  tind  an  entrance  through. 
There  is  rest,  etc. 


14  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

THE  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  ARMY. 

[From,  the  Golden  Chain,  page  27.] 

0,  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  Friend, 
0,  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  Friend. 
He  will  give  you  grace  to  conquer. 
He  will  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 
And  keep  you  to  the  end. 
I  am  glad  I'm  in  this  army, 

Yes,  I'm  glad  I'm  in  this  army, 
Yes,  I'm  glad  I'm  in  this  array. 
And  I'll  battle  for  the  school. 

Fight  on,  ye  little  .soldiers. 
The  battle  you  shall  win; 

Fight  on,  ye  little  soldiers, 
The  battle  you  shall  win. 

For  the  Saviour  is  your  Captain, 

For  the  Saviour  is  your  Captain, 

And  he  has  vanquished  sin. —  Chorus. 

And  when  the  conflict's  over. 
Before  him  you  shall  stand ; 

And  when  the  conflict's  over. 
Before  him  you  shall  stand. 

You  shall  sing  his  praise  for  ever, 

You  sliall  sing  his  praise  for  ever. 
In  Canaan's  happy  land. —  Chorus. 


THE  BEST  DAY  OF  ALL  THE  WEEK. 

[From  the  Golden  Shower,  page  4.] 
0  what  beauties  adorn  the  bright  Sabbath  mora, 

Tlie  best  day  of  all  the  week, 
And  how  gladly  we  start  with  a  light,  happy  heart, 

As  the  house  of  the  Lord  we  seek. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  16 

Humbly  let  us  enter  in, 
Praying  to  be  free  from  sin, 
Pure  without  and  pure  within, 

On  tliis  Sabbath  day. 
Let  us  keep,  well  keep  this  blessed  Sabbath  day, 
This  holy  Sabbath  day,  this  holy  Sabbath  day, 
Let  us  keep,  well  keep  this  holy  Sabbath  day, 
'Tis  the  best  day  of  all  the  week. 

Be  it  ever  our  care  in  that  place  of  prayer,         , 

Our  spirits  above  to  raise ; 
Let  us  try  to  drive  oat  each  ^[ain  worldly  thought, 
From  God's  holy  courts  of  praise ; 
Let  no  folly  there  intrude, 
Naught  to  mar  our  tranquil  mood, 
Naught  but  what  is  true  and  good, 
On  this  Sabbath  day. 

Let  us  keep,  well  keep,  Ac, 

And  our  joy  is  full  when  the  dear  Sabbath  school, 

Throws  open  its  friendly  door; 
For  we're  sure  there  to  find  our  teachers  so  kind 
"With  riches  of  sacred  lore. 
As  our  voices  all  we  raise 
In  sweet  songs  of  love  and  praise, 
May  we  tread  in  wisdom's  ways, 
On  this  Sabbath  day. 

Let  us  keep,  well  keep,  &c., 

And  wlien  we  go  back  to  our  week-day  track, 

Our  lessons,  and  work,  and  play ; 
Let  us  hold  ever  dear  the  counsels  we  hear, 
On  the  holy  Sabbath  day. 

And  remember  that  God's  eye 
Elver  watches  from  on  high. 
And  each  day  he  is  as  nigh, 
As  the  Sabbath  day. 

Let  us  keep,  well  keep,  &c. 


16  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

CALL  THE  CHILDREN  EARLY. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  30.] 

Call  the  children  early,  mother, 

While  the  birds  do  .'^inp:; 
While  the  dew  is  on  the  flowers, 

Whicli  by  the  hill  side  spring, 
Oft  repeat  the  waking  word. 

Till  they  rise  to  praise  the  Lord, 
Oft  repeat  the  waking  word, 

Till  they  rise  to  praise  the  Lord. 

Call  the  children  early,  father, 

Wliile  the  dew  is  on  ; 
Great  the  work  that  must  be  done 

Before  the  morning's  gone. 
Call  them  round  the  altar  bright 

On  which  burns  devotion's  light. 
Call  them  round  the  altar  bright. 

On  which  burns  devotion's  light. 

Call  the  children  early,  teacher — 

To  their  wondering  eyes, 
Every  Sabbath  day,  set  forth 

The  pearl  of  richest  price. 
Call  them  early  to  the  Lord — 

Thou  shalt  reap  a  rich  reward, 
Cah  them  early  to  the  Lord, 

Thou  shalt  reap  a  rich  reward. 

Call  the  children  early,  Shepherd, 

Give  the  lambs  thy  care  ; 
See  that  they  are  folded  safe 

Within  the  house  of  prayer. 
Call  them  at  the  dawn  of  day, 

Lead  them  in  the  narrow  way, 
Call  them  at  the  dawn  of  day, 

Lead  them  in  the  narrow  way. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HY]MNS.  17 

SHALL  WE  SING  IN^  HEAVEN  ? 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  34.] 

Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever — 

Sliall  we  sing?  Shall  we  sing? 
Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever 
In  that  happy  land? 
Tes!  oh,  yesl  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
They  that  meet  shall  sing  forever, 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river, 
Meet  to  sing,  and  love  forever 
In  that  happy  land. 

Shall  we  know  each  other  ever 

In  that  land?  In  that  land? 
Shall  we  know  each  other  ever 

In  that  happy  land? 
Tes!  oh,  3'es  1  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
They  that  meet  shall  know  each  other, 
Far  beyond,  etc. 

Shall  we  sing  with  holy  angels 

In  that  land  ? 
Shall  we  sing  with  holy  angels 

In  that  happy  land  ? 
Tes!  oh,  yes!  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
Saints  and  angels  sing  forever 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river, 
Meet  to  sing,  and  love  forever 

In  that  happy  land  ! 

Shall  we  meet  onr  faithful  teachers 

In  that  land  ? 
Shall  we  meet  onr  faithful  teachers 

In  that  happy  land? 
Tes!  oh,  yes!   in  tliat  land,  that  happy  land. 
Teachers  and  scholars  nieet  tocether. 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river,  etc. 


IS  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Shall  we  know  our  blessed  Saviour 

In  that  land  ? 
Shall  we  know  our  blessed  Saviour 
In  that  happy  land? 
Yes!  oh,  yes!  in  tliat  land,  that  happy  land, 
'  We  shall  know  our  blessed  Saviour 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river, 
Love  and  serve  him  there  forever, 
In  that  happy  laud ! 

ON  A  SUNDAY  MORNING. 

[From  the  Golden  Shower,  page  6.] 
Children,  can  you  truly  tell, 
Do  you  know  the  story  well, 
Every  girl  and  every  boy. 
Why  the  angels  sing  for  joy, 

On  a  Sunday  morning, 
On  a  Sunday  morning, 
On  a  Sunday  morning, 
The  angels  sing  for  joy. 

Yes,  we  know  the  story  well. 
Listen  now,  and  hear  us  tell, 
Every  girl  and  every  boy, 
Why  the  angels  sing  for  joy, 

On  a  Sunday  morning,  &c. 

Augels  rolled  the  rock  away, 
Death  gave  up  his  mighty  prey, 
Jesus  triumphed  o'er  the  tomb, 
Rising  with  immortal  bloom. 

On  a  Sunday  morning. 

Lift  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise ; 
Hosts  of  angels  on  the  road, 
Hail  and  sing  th  'incarnate  God, 
On  a  Sunday  morning. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  19 

Yain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Jesus  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise, 
Jesus  opened  Paradise 

On  a  Sunday  morning. 

"Peace,"  our  every  heart  shall  fill, 
"Peace  on  earth,  to  men  good  will;" 
"We  will  join  the  angel's  song, 
And  the  pleasant  notes  prolong 
On  a  Sunday  morning. 


THE   ROYAL   PROCLAMATIOIsr. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  40.] 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation, 

The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 

Publishing  to  every  creature, 

To  the  ruined  sons  of  nature  •- 

Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns, 
Jesus  reigns,  he  reigns  victorious, 
Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious, 
Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns  I 

See  the  royal  banner  flying. 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying, 
"  Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor. 
Now  is  offered  by  the  Saviour." 
Jesus  reigns,  etc. 

"  Here  is  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey; 
Come,  and  purchase  without  money  ; 
Mercy  flowing  from  a  fountain. 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain." 
Jesus  reigns,  etc. 

Shout,  ye  tongues  of  every  nation, 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation ; 


Ji6  SABBATH    SCUOOL    HYMNS. 

Sliont  tlie  praise  of  Judnlvs  Lion, 
Tlie  Almiiihty  Prince  of  Zion. 
Jesus  reigus,  etc. 

Shout,  ye  saints,  make  joyful  mention, 
Christ  hath  purchased  our  redemption. 
Angels,  shout  tlie  pleasiiifr  story. 
Through  the  brighter  worlds  of  glory, 
Jesus  reigns,  etc. 

THE  PRECIOUS  STORY. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  22.] 
How  precious  is  the  story 

Of  our  Redeemer's  birth, 
"Wlio  left  tlie  realms  of  glory. 

And  came  to  dwell  on  earth ; 
He  saw  our  sad  condition, 

Our  guilt  find  sin  and  shame; 
To  save  us  from  perdition 

The  blessed  Jesus  came. 

He  came  to  earth  from  heaven, 

To  weep  and  bleed  and  die. 
That  we  might  be  forgiven, 

And  raised  to  God  on  high. 
His  kindness  and  compassion 

To  children  then  were  shown, 
The  heirs  of  his  salvation, 

He  claimed  them  for  his  own. 

Oh  may  T  love  this  Saviour, 

So  good,  so  kind,  so  mild; 
And  may  I  find  his  favor. 

A  young,  though  sinful  child; 
And  in  his  blessed  heaven. 

May  I  at  last  appear, 
"With  all  my  sins  forgiven, 

To  know  and  praise  him  there. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HTIVINS.  21 

THE  SWEETEST  NAME. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  13.] 
There  is  no  name  so  sweet  on  earth, 

No  name  so  sweet  in  heaven, 
Tlie  name  before  liis  wondrous  birth 
To  Christ,  the  Saviour  given. 

AVe  love  to  sing  ai'ound  our  King, 

And  liail  him  blessed  Jesus; 

For  there's  no  word  ever  heard, 

So  dear,  so  sweet,  as  Jesus. 

His  human  name  they  did  proclaim, 
When  Abram's  .son  they  seal'd  Jiira: 

Tlie  nnme  that  still  b^'  (jrod's  good  will, 
Deliverer  revealed  him. 

We  love  to  sing,  etc. 

And  when  he  hung  upon  the  tree, 
Tliey  wrote  his  name  above  him, 

That  all  niight  see  the  rea.'^on  we 
For  evermore  must  love  him. 
We  love  to  sing,  etc. 

So  now  upon  liis  Fathers  throne. 

Almighty  to  release  us 
From  sin  and  pains,  he  gladly  reigns, 

The  Prince  and  Saviour,  Jesus. 
We  love  to  sing,  etc. 

DARE  TO  DO  RIGHT !  DARE  TO  BE  TRUE  I 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  8.] 
Dare  to  do  right!  dare  to  be  true  I 
You  have  a  woik  that  no  other  can  do. 
Do  it  HO  bravely,  so  kin<lly,  so  well, 
Angels  will  hasten  the  story  to  tell. 

Dure,  dare  to  do  riglit! 

Dare,  dare,  dare  to  bo  true! 

Dare  to  be  true!  dare  to  be  true  I 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Dare  to  do  right!  dare  to  bo  true! 
Other  men's  faihires  can  never  save  you! 
Stand  by  your  conscience,  your  lionor,  your  faith; 
Stand  Hke  a  hero,  and  battle  till  deatli. 
Dare  to  do  right,  etc. 

Dare  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true ! 
God,  who  created  you,  cares  for  you  too; 
Treasures  the  tears  that  his  striving  ones  shed, 
Counts  aud  protects  every  hair  of  your  head. 
Dare  to  do  right,  etc. 

Dare  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true ! 
Keep  the  great  judgment-seat  always  in  view; 
Look  at  your  Avork  as  you'll  look  at  it  then — 
Scanned  by  Jehovah,  and  angels,  aud  men. 
Dare  to  do  right,  etc. 

Dare  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true ! 
Jesus,  your  Saviour,  will  carry  you  through ; 
City,  and  mansion,  and  throne  all  in  sight, 
Can  you  not  dare  to  be  true  and  do  right? 
Dare  to  do  right,  etc. 

JESUS  PAID  IT  ALL. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  12.] 
Nothing,  either  great  or  small, 

Remains  for  me  to  do ; 
Jesus  died,  and  paid  it  all, — 
Yes  all  the  debt  I  owe. 

Jesus  paid  it  all, 

All  the  debt  I  owe, 
Jesus  died  and  paid  it  all, 
Yes,  all  the  debt  I  owe. 

"When  he  from  his  lofty  throne, 
Stoop'd  down  to  do  and  die. 

Everything  was  fully  done ; 
"  'Tis  finished !"  was  his  cry. 
Jesus  paid  it  all,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  23 

"Weary,  working,  plodding  one, 

Oh,  wherefore  toil  you  so? 
Cease  your  doing — all  was  done ; 

Yes,  ages  long  ago. 

Jesus  paid  it  all,  etc. 

Till  to  Jesus'  work  you  cling, 

Alone  by  simple  faith, 
"Doing"  is  a  deadly  thing, 

Your  "doing"  ends  in  death. 
Jesus  paid  it  all,  etc. 

Cast  your  deadly  "doing"  down, 

Down  all  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
Stand  in  Him,  in  Him  alone, 

AH  glorious  and  complete. 
Jesus  paid  it  all,  etc. 

ONE  DAY  NEARER  HOME. 

[From,  the  Golden  Shower,  page  21.] 

A  crown  of  glory  blight, 

By  faith's  clear  eyes  I  see 
In  yonder  realms  of  light 
Prepared  for  me. 
I'm  nearer  my  home,  nearer  my  home,  nearer  my  home 

to-day ; 
Yes  1  nearer  my  home  in  heaven  to-day, 
Than  ever  I've  been  before. 

0  may  I  faithful  prove. 

And  keep  the  crown  in  view, 

And  thro'  the  storms  of  life 
My  way  pursue. 

Jesus,  be  thou  my  guide, 

And  all  my  steps  attend, 
O  keep  me  near  thy  side. 

Be  thou  my  friend. 


24  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Be  thou  my  shield  and  sun, 
My  Saviour  and  my  guard; 

And  wlien  my  work  is  done 
My  great  reward. 


THE  COOLING  SPRING. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  47.] 

0,  a  goodly  thing  is  the  cooling  spring, 

By  the  rock  where  the  moss  doth  grow; 
There  is  health  in  ihe  tide,  and  there's  music  beside, 
lu  the  brooklet's  bounding  flow. 
Merry,  merry,  little  spring, 

Sparkle  on,  sparkle  on, 
Merry,  merry,  little  spring, 
Sparkle  on  for  me. 

And  as  pure  as  heaven  is  the  water  given, 

And  its  stream  is  forever  new; 
'Tis  distilled  in  the  sky,  and  it  drops  from  on  liigh, 
In  the  showers  and  gentle  dew. 

Eipple,  ripple,  silv'ry  brook, 

Ripple  oil,  ripple  on, 
Ripple,  npple,  silv'ry  brook, 
Ripple  on  for  me. 

Let  them  say  'tis  weak,  but  it's  strength  I'll  seek, 

And  rejoice  while  I  own  its  sway; 
For  its  murnuir  to  me  is  the  echo  of  glee, 

And  it  laughs  as  it  bounds  away. 

Merry,  merry,  little  spring,  etc. 

0,  I  love  to  drink  from  the  foaming  brink, 

Of  the  bubbling,  the  cooling  spring; 
For  the  bright  drops  that  shine  more  refreshing  than 
wine. 
And  its  praise,  its  praise,  we'll  sing. 
Merry,  merry,  little  spring,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HY^INS.  ^ 

THE  BETrER  LAND. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  78.] 

Boys.  Wliitlier  piljrrims  are  you  poino^, 

Goiiifj:  each  with  staff  in  haud? 
Girls.  We  are  going  on  a  journey, 

Going  at  our  King's  command. 
All.     Over  liills,  and  plains,  and  valleys, 

We  are  going  to  his  palace, 

We  are  going  to  iii.s  palace, 

Going  to  the  better  land  ; 

AVe  are  going  to  his  palace, 

Going  to  the  better  land. 

Boys.  Fear  ye  not  tlie  way  so  lonely. 

Yon,  a  little  feei)le  band  ? 
Girls.  No.  for  friends,  unseen,  are  near  us, 

Holy  angels  round  us  stand. 
All.    Christ,  our  leader,  walks  beside  us, 
He  will  guard  and  he  will  guide  us. 
He  will  guard  and  he  will  guide  us, 
Guide  us  to  that  better  land  ; 
He  will  guard  and  he  will  guide  us, 
Guide  us  to  that  better  land. 

Boys.  Tell  me  pilgrims,  what  you  hope  for 

In  that  far-off.  better  land  ? 
Girls.  Spotless  robes  and  crowns  of  glory 

From  a  Saviour's  loving  hand. 

All.     Wo  shall  drink  of  life's  clear  river, 

We  shall  dwell  with  God  for  ever, 

We  shall  dwell  with  God  for  ever, 

lii  that  bright,  that  better  laud. 

Boys.  Pilgrim.s,  may  we  travel  with  you 
To  that  bright  and  better  land? 

Girls.  Come  and  welcome,  come  and  welcome. 
Welcome  to  our  pilgrim  band. 


26  BABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

AxL.     Come,  oh  come,  and  do  not  leave  us, 
Clirist  is  waiting  to  receive  us, 
Christ  is  waiting  to  receive  us, 
In  that  bright,  that  better  land. 

"SEEKING   JESUS." 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  68.] 

Thro'  the  world  we  daily  roam. 

Seeking  Jesus,  seeking  Jesus ; 
None  in  vain  for  this  have  come. 

Seeking  Jesus,  seeking  Jesus ; 
In  all  places  high  or  lowly, 
'Mid  the  sinful  and  the  holy, 

Seeking  Jesus,  seeking  Jesus. 
V  We  shall  find  Him, 

We  shall  find  Him, 
We  shall  find  Him,  if  we  seek. 
He  will  hear  us  when  we  speak; 
He  will  answer  us  in  love. 
Take  us  home  to  dwell  above. 

If  our  da3's  on  earth  are  spent 

Seeking  Jesus, 
With  all  things  we'll  be  content, 

Seeking  Jesus : 
Though  our  path  be  lone  and  dreary, 
Though  our  steps  be  slow  and  weary, 

Seeking  Jesus, 

We  shall  find  Him,  etc. 

Soon  our  life  will  all  be  o'er, 

Seeking  Jesus, 
We  shall  reach  the  better  shore, 

Seeking  Jesus. 
In  that  land  of  peace  and  pleasure, 
We've  laid  up  our  dearest  treasure, 

Seeking  Jesus. 

We  shall  find  Him,  etc. 


BABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  ^t 

AUTUMN. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  81,] 
Holy  Father,  thou  hast  taught  me, 

I  should  live  to  thee  alone ; 
Year  by  year,  thy  hand  hath  brought  me 

On  thro'  dangers  oft  unknown. 
When  I  wandered,  thou  hast  found  me; 

When  I  doubted,  sent  me  light. 
Still  thine  arm  has  been  around  me, 

All  my  paths  were  in  thy  sight. 

In  the  world  will  foes  assail  me, 

Craftier,  stronger  far  than  I ; 
And  the  strife  may  never  fail  me, 

Well  I  know  before  I  die. 
Therefore,  Lord,  I  come,  believing 

Thou  canst  give  the  power  I  need ; 
Thro'  the  prayer  of  faith  receiving 

Strength — the  spirit's  strength,  indeed. 

I  wonld  trust  in  thy  protecting, 

Wholly  rest  upon  thine  arm  ; 
Follow  wholly  thy  directing, 

Thou,  mine  only  guard  from  harm  ! 
Keep  me  from  mine  own  undoing, 

Help  me  turn  to  thee  when  tried, 
Still  my  footsteps,  Father,  viewing, 

Keep  me  ever  at  thy  side. 

THE  GOSPEL  SHIP. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  52.] 

The  gospel  ship  is  sailing. 

Sailing,  sailing, 
The  gospel  ship  is  sailing, 
Bound  for  Canaan's  happy  shore; 
All  who  would  ship  for  glory, 

Glory,  glory. 


28  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

All  who  would  ship  for  glory, 
Come  and  welcome,  rich  and  poor  I 
Glory,  hallelujah! 
All  on  board  are  sweetly  singing, 

Glory,  hallelujah  I 
Ilallelujah  to  the  Lamb! 

She  has  landed  many  thousands, 

Tliousands.  thousands, 
She  has  landed  many  thousands, 
On  fair  Canaan's  happy  shore; 
And  thousands  now  are  sailing, 

Sailiiio',  sailing-, 
And  thousands  now  are  sailing, 
Yel  there's  room  for  thousands  more. 
Glory,  hallelujah,  etc. 

Sails  filled  with  heavenly  breezes, 

Breezes,  breezes. 
Sails  filled  with  heavenly  breezes, 
Swiftly  glides  the  ship  along, 
Her  company  are  singing, 

Singing,  singing. 
Her  company  are  singing, 
Glory,  glory  is  their  song. 

Glory,  hallelujali,  etc. 

Take  passage  now  for  glory, 

Glorj'.  glory, 
Take  passage  now  for  glory, 
Sailing  o'er  life's  troubled  sea; 
"With  us  you  shall  be  happy, 

Happy,  happy, 
"With  us  3'ou  shall  be  happy, 
Happy  through  eternity. 

Glory,  hallelujah,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  29 

I'LL  RISE  UP  EARLY  IN  THE  MORNING. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  31.] 

I  '11  rise  up  early  in  the  mornino:, 

The  morniiifr  of  the  Sabbath  day, 
I  '11  rise  up  early  in  the  mnrniug, 

And  liaste  to  Sabbath-scliool  away. 
For  oh.  I  love  the  Sabbath-school. 
The  Sabbath-school,  the  vSabbath-school, 
Eor  oh,  I  love  the  Sabbath-school, 

The  precious  Sabbath-school. 

"While  there  I  '11  listen  to  my  teacher, 
And  treasure  up  what  he  may  say, 

While  there  I  '11  listen  to  my  teacher, 
As  up  to  heaven  he  points  the  way. 

For  oh,  I  love  my  teacher  dear, 

My  teacher  dear,  my  teacher  dear : 

For  oh,  T  love  my  teaclier  dear, 
So  good  and  kind  to  me. 

I  '11  learn  my  lesson  in  the  Bible, 
And  try  to  practice  what  I  learn; 

I  '11  learn  my  lesson  in  the  Bible, 
And  every  sinful  way  will  sliun. 

For  oh.  I  love  that  blessed  book, 

That  blessed  book,  that  blessed  book, 
.   For  oh.  T  love  that  blessed  book, 
So  full  of  grace  and  truth. 

Then  I  '11  not  trifle  any  longer, 

Nor  throw  my  precious  hours  away, 
Then  I  '11  not  trifle  any  longer. 

But  go  to  Christ  without  delay; 
And  dwell  with  him  in  heaven  above. 
In  heaven  above,  in  heaven  above — 
And  dwell  with  him  in  heaven  above, 
A  heaven  of  joy  and  love. 


30  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

A  SAVIOUR  EVER  NEAR. 

[From  the  Golden  Shower,  page  26.] 
Hush'd  be  my  murmurings,  let  cares  depart, 
Jesus  is  near  me,  to  cheer  my  heart; 
He's  near  to  help  me  whilst  life's  hours  remain, 
He  speaks  to  cheer  me  in  toil  and  in  pain, 
He  speaks  to  cheer  me  in  toil  and  in  pain. 

Gentle  angels  near  me  glide, 

Hopes  of  glory  'round  me  'bide, 

And  there  lingers  by  my  side  a  Saviour,  a  Saviour, 
a  Saviour  ever  near, 

A  Saviour,  a  Saviour,  a  Saviour  ever  near. 

"Why  should  I  languish — why  should  I  fear  ? 
In  sorrow  and  anguish  He's  ever  near; 
Sleeping  or  waking — in  pleasure  or  pain, 
Roaming  or  resting,  He'll  near  me  remain. 
Gentle  angels,  etc. 

Scenes  that  will  vanish  smile  on  me  now, 
Joys  of  a  moment  play  round  my  brow, 
But  soon  in  heaven  He'll  meet  me  again,  • 
There'll  end  my  sorrow,  and  there'll  end  ray  pain, 
Gentle  angels,  etc. 

MY  SABBATH  SONG. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  6.] 

Strains  of  music  often  greet  me. 

As  I  join  the  busy  throng. 
But  there's  nothing  half  so  pleasant, 
As  the  holy  Sabbath  song. 
No  fear  of  ill. 
No  fear  of  wrong, 
"While  I  can  sing  my  Sabbath  song; 
My  Sabbath  song. 
My  Sabbath  song; 
I  love  to  sing  my  Sabbath  song. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  SI 

'Tis  a  song  of  love  and  mercy 

Speaking  peace  to  all  mankind; 
Telling  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 

Where  the  Saviour  they  may  find. 
No  fear  of  ill,  etc. 

Angels  sweetly  sing  in  glory 

Songs  of  praise  to  God,  their  King; 

But  the  song  of  blest  redemption 
Man,  redeemed,  alone  can  sing. 
No  fear  of  ill,  etc. 

"While  I  live,  O,  may  I  ever 

Love  the  holy  Sabbath  song; 
And  when  death  shall  call  me  homeward, 

Join  it  with  the  blood-bought  throng. 
No  fear  of  ill,  etc. 

"SWEET  LAND  OF  REST." 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  13.] 
Sweet  land  of  rest !  for  thee  I  sigh, 

When  will  the  moment  come  ? 
When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 

No  peaceful  sheltering  home — 
The  World's  a  wilderness  of  woe, 

This  world  is  not  my  home. 
Home,  home,  etc. 

To  Jesus  Christ  I  sought  for  rest,    ' 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam. 
But  fly  for  succor  to  his  breast, 

And  he'd  conduct  me  home. 
Home,  home.  etc. 


32  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Wenry  of  wandering  round  and  round 
This  vale  of  sin  and  jjloom. 

I  loufr  to  leave  the  unhallowed  ground, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 
Home,  home,  etc. 


WHITE   ROBES. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  84] 

"Who  are  these  in  bright  arra}'', 
This  exulting,  happy  throng. 
Round  the  altar  niglic  and  da}'-, 
Singing  one  triumi)hant  song? 

They  have  clean  robes,  white  robes, 
"White  robes  are  waiting  for  rael 
Yes,  clean  robes,  white  robes, 
"Wash'd  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ! 

Tliese  tliro'  fiery  trials  trod, 

These  from  great  afflictions  came; 

Now  before  the  throtie  of  God, 
Sealed  with  his  almighty  name. 
They  have  clean  robes,  etc. 

Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white. 

Victor  palms  in  ev'ry  hand. 
Through  their  great  Kedeenier's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 
They  have  clean  robes,  etc. 

Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs; 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears; 
And  forever  fiora  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  tlieir  tears. 
They  have  clean  robes,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  33 

SWEETLY  SING,  SWEETLY  SING. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  70.] 

Sweetl}'  sing,  sweetly  sing. 
Pr.iises  Lo  our  lieavenly  King  ; 
Let  us  raise,  let  us  raiso 
High  our  notes  of  praise; 
Praise  to  Uiin  whose  uame  is  Love, 
Praise  to  Him  who  reigus  above; 
liaise  j'our  songs,  raise  yoiu*  sougs, 
Now  with  thankful  tongues. 

Angels  briglit,  angels  bright, 
Robed  in  garments  pure  and  white, 
Chant  his  praise,  chant  his  praise. 
In  melodious  lays : 
But  from  that  briglit.  happy  throng, 
Ne'er  can  come  this  sweetest  song — 
Redeeming  love,  redeeming  love, 
Brought  us  here  above. 

Far  away,  far  away. 

We  in  sin's  dark  valley  laj-, 

Jesus  came,  Jesus  came, 

Blessed  be  his  name ! 

He  redeemed  us  by  his  grace, 

Then  prepared  in  heaven  a  place 

To  receive — to  receive 

All  who  will  believe. 

Now  we  know — now  we  know 
AVe  from  heaven  must  shortly  go  : 
Soon  tiie  Call — soon  the  call 
Comes  to  one  and  all. 
Saviour!   when  our  time  .shall  come, 
Take  us  to  our  heavenly  home, 
There  we'll  raise  notes  of  praise, 
Through  unending  days. 
3 


"S4:  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

THE   EVERGREEN   SHORE. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  76.] 

"We  are  joyously  voyaging  over  the  main, 

Bound  for  the  evergreen  shore, 
Whose  inhabitants  never  of  sickness  complain, 
And  never  see  death  any  more. 
Then  let  the  hurricane  roar,  roar, 
It  will  the  sooner  be  o'er ; 
We  will  weather  the  blast,  and  will  land  at  last, 
Safe  on  the  evergreen  shore. 

We  have  nothing  to  fear  from  the  wind  and  the  wave, 

Under  our  Saviour's  command  ; 
And  our  hearts  in  the  midst  of  the  dangers  are  brave  ; 

For  Jesus  will  bring  us  to  land. 
Then  let  the,  etc. 

Both  the  winds  and  the  waves  our  Commander  controls; 

Nothing  can  baffle  his  skill : 
And  his  voice  when  the  thundering  hurricane  rolls, 

Can  make  the  loud  tempest  be  still. 
Then  let  the,  etc. 

In  the  thick  murky  night,  when  the  stars  and  the  moon, 

Send  not  a  glimmering  ray, 
Then  the  hght  of  his  countenance,  brighter  than  noon, 

Will  drive  all  our  terror  away. 
Then  let  the,  etc. 

Let  the  high  heaving  billow  and  mountainous  wave, 

Fearfully  overhead  break  ; 
There  is  one  by  our  side  that  can  comfort  and  save; — 

There  's  one  who  will  never  forsake. 
Then  let  the,  etc. 

Let  the  vessel  be  wrecked  on  the  rock,  or  the  shoal, 

Sink  to  be  seen  never  more ; 
He  will  bear,  none  the  less,  every  passenger  soul. 
Safe,  safe  to  the  evergreen  shore. 
Then  let  the,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  35 

WE'RE  NEARER  HOME. 

[From  the  Golden  Shower,  page  30.] 
"We  know  not  what's  before  us, 

What  trials  are  to  come : 
But  each  day  passing  o'er  us, 
Brings  us  still  nearer  home. 
We're  nearer,  nearer  home. 
Our  blessed,  happy  home, 
Where  grief  and  sin  can  never  come, 
We're  nearer,  nearer  home. 

Nearer  home,  nearer  home, 
Nearer  to  my  happy  home, 
Nearer  home,  nearer  home, 
Our  blessed,  happy  home. 

The'  dark  our  patli,  and  lonely, 

And  clouds  our  sky  o'ercast, 
Let  us  remember  only. 

That  it  will  soon  be  passed. 
We're  nearer,  etc. 

Whate'er  of  gloom  or  anguish 

Life  to  our  hearts  may  bring, 
In  doubt  we  will  not  languish, 

But  cheerfully  we'll  sing. 
We're  nearer,  etc. 


"  GLORY,  GLORY  TO  THE  LAMB." 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  4.] 
Hark !  the  sweetest  notes  of  angels  singing, 

Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb, 
All  the  hosts  of  heaven  their  tribute  bringing, 
Raising  high  the  Saviour's  name. 

We  will  join  the  beautiful  angels, 
We  will  join  the  beautiful  angels, 
Singing  away,  singing  away, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Ye  for  whom  his  precious  life  was  given, 

Sacred  tliemes  to  yon  belonp.-; 
Come.  ;md  join  tlie  glorious  choir  of  lieaven, 

Joiu  tlie  everhistiiig  song. 
We  will  join,  etc. 

Hearts  all  filled  with  hol_y  emulation, 

'We  unite  with  those  above ; 
Sweet  the  tlieme — the  theme  of  free  salvation, 

Founts  of  everlasting  love. 
We  will  join,  &c. 

Endless  life  in  Christ  our  Lord  possessing, 

Let  us  praise  his  precious  name: 
Glory,  honor,  riches,  power,  and  blessing 

Be  forever  to  the  Lamb. 
We  will  join,  etc. 

I  WILL  BE  GOOD,  DEAR  MOTHER. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  74.] 

"I  will  be  good,  dear  mother," 

I  heard  a  sweet  child  say ; 
"I  will  be  good — now  watch  me — 

I  will  be  good  all  day." 
She  lifted  up  her  bright  young  eyes 

With  a  soft  and  pleasing  smile. 
Then  a  mother's  kiss  was  on  her  lip. 
So  pure  and  free  from  guile. 

''I  will  be  good,  I  will  be  good, 

I  will  be  good  to-dny. 
I  will  be  good,  I  will  be  good, 
I  will  be  good  to-day. 

And  when  night  came,  that  little  one, 

In  kneeling  down  to  pray, 
Said  in  a  soft  and  whisp'ring  tone, 

''  Have  I  been  good  to-day  ?  " 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  87 

O  many,  many  bitter  tears 

'Twould  save  us  did  we  say, 
Like  that  dear  child,  with  earnest  hearty 

"I  will  be  good  to-day." 
1  will  be  good,  etc, 

Jesus  can  help  us  to  be  good — 

To  Him  we'll  humbly  pray ; 
His  grace  alone  can  make  us  good, 

And  keep  us  good  all  day. 
He'll  help  us  hate  all  evil  thoughts, 

All  sinful  words  and  ways; 
And  in  his  service  take  delight. 

Thro'  all  our  earthly  days. 
I  will  be  good,  etc. 

SOMETHING  TO  DO  IN  HEAVEN. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  80.] 
There'll  be  something  in  heaven  for  children  to  do; 

None  are  idle  in  that  blessed  land. 
There'll  be  loves  for  the  hearts,  there'll  be  thoughts  for  the 
mind, 
And  employment  for  each  little  hand. 
There'll  be  something  to  do; 
There'll  be  something  to  do; 
There'll  be  something  for  children  to  do; 
On  the  bright  shining  shore,  where  there's  joy  evermore, 
There'll  be  something  for  children  to  do. 

There'll  be  lessons  to  learn  of  the  wisdom  of  God, 

As  they  wander  the  green  meadows  o'er; 
And  they'll  have  for  their  teachers  in  that  blest  abode, 

All  the  good  that  have  gone  there  before. 
There'll  be  something  to  do,  etc. 

There'll  be  errands  of  love  from  the  mansions  above. 

To  the  dear  ones  that  linger  below; 
And  it  may  be  our  Father  the  children  will  send 

To  be  angels  of  mercy  in  woe. 

There'll  be  something  to  do,  etc. 


38  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

CLIMBIXG  UP  ZION'S  HILL. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer  page  44.] 

"I'm  tryiug  to  climb  up  Zion's  hill," 

For  the  Saviour  whispers  "Love  me;" 
Tho'  all  beneath  is  dark  as  death, 
Yet  the  stars  are  bright  above  me. 
Then  upward  still, 
To  Zion's  hill, 
To  the  land  of  jov  and  beauty, 
Mv  path  before, 
Shines  more  and  more, 
As  it  nears  the  golden  city. 

I'm  climbing  up  Zion's  hill, 
I'm  climbing  up  Zion's  hill, 
Chmbing,  climbing,  chmbing  up  Zion's  hQl. 

I  know  I'm  but  a  little  child. 

My  strength  will  not  protect  me ; 
But  then  I  am  the  Sa^iour's  lamb, 
And  he  will  not  neglect  me. 
*"  Then  all  the  time 

I'll  try  to  climb 
This  holy  hill  of  Zion: 
For  I  am  sure. 
The  way  is  pure. 
And  on  it  comes  ''  no  lion." 
I'm  climbing  up,  etc. 

Then  come  witli  me,  we'll  upward  go, 

And  climb  this  hill  together; 
And  as  we  walk,  we'll  sweetly  talk, 
And  sing  as  we  go  thither. 
Then  mount  up  still 
God's  holy  hill, 
Till  we  reach  the  pearly  portals ; 
"Where  raptured  tongues 
Proclaim  the  songs 
Of  the  shining-robed  immortals. 
I'm  climbing  up,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HTMXS.  39 

THE  SUNDAY-SCHOOL. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  4.] 
The  Sunday-school  that  blessed  place, 

Oh !  I  would  rather  stay 
Witliia  its  walls  a  child  of  grace, 
Than  spend  my  hours  iu  play — 

The  Sunday-school,  the  Sunday-school, 

Oh  I  'tis  the  place  I  love, 
For  there  I  learn  the  golden  rule 
Which  leads  to  joys  above. 

'Tis  there  I  learn  that  Jesus  died 

For  sinners  such  as  I ; 
Oh !  what  has  all  tlie  world  beside. 

That  I  should  prize  so  high — 
The  Sunday-school,  etc. 

Then  let  our  grateful  tribute  rise. 

And  songs  of  praise  be  given 
To  Him  who  dwells  above  the  skies, 

For  such  a  blessing  given — 
The  Sunday-school,  etc. 

And  welcome  then  the  Sunday-school, 

"VTe'll  read,  and  sing,  and  pray 
That  we  may  keep  the  golden  ride, 

And  never  from  it  stray — 
The  Sunday-school,  etc. 


"EVEX  ME." 

[From  the  Golden  Shower,  page  83.] 
Lord,  I  hear  of  show'rs  of  blessings, 

Thou  art  scattering  full  and  free. 
Show'rs  the  thirsty  land  refreshing, 
Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me. 
Even  me,  even  me, 
Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me. 


4fO  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Pass  mo  not,  0  God,  my  Father, 
Sinful  thouj^^li  my  heart  may  be; 

Thou  might'st  leave  me,  but  tlio  rather 
Let  Lhy  mercy  hght  on  me, — 
Eveu  me. 

Pass  me  not,  0  grncions  Saviour 
Let  me  live  and  cling  to  thee: 

Fain  I'm  longing  for  ihy  favor, 

Whilst  thou'rt  calling,  call  for  mo — 
Eveu  me. 

Pass  me  not,  0  mighty  Spirit, 

Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see; 

"Witnesses  of  Jesus'  merit. 

Speak  the  word  of  power  to  me — 
Eveu  me. 

Love  of  God.  so  pure  and  changeless: 
Blood  of  Christ,  so  rich  and  i^ree; 

Grace  of  God,  so  rich  and  boundless, 
Magnify  it  all  in  me — 
Even  me. 

Pass  me  not,  thy  lost  one  bringing; 

Bind  my  heart,  0  Lord,  to  thee; 
Whilst  the  streams  of  life  are  springing 

Blessing  others,  oh,  bless  me — 
Even  me. 

BEAUTIFUL  ZION. 

[From  the  Golden  Shower,  page  86.]    : 
Beautiful  Zion,  built  above, 
Beautiful  city  that  I  love. 
Beautiful  gates  of  pearly  white, 
Beautiful  temple — God  its  light. 
Beautiful  gates  of  pearly  white, 
Beautiful  temple — God  its  light. 


A' 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Benutifiil  heaven,  where  all  is  light^ 
Beautiful  angels,  clothed  in  white, 
Beautiful  strains,  that  never  tire, 
Beautiful  harps  thro'  all  the  choir. 
Beautiful  strains,  etc. 

Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow, 
Beautiful  palms  the  conquerors  show, 
Beautiful  robes  the  ransomed  wear, 
Beautiful  all  who  enter  there. 
Beautiful  robes,  etc., 

Beautiful  throne  of  Christ  our  King, 
Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing; 
Beautiful  rest,  all  wanderings  cease, 
Beautiful  home  of  perfect  peace. 
Beautiful  rest,  etc. 


IF  I  WERE  A  SUNBEAM. 

[From  the  Golden  Shower,  page  40.] 

If  I  were  a  sunbeam,  I  know  what  I'd  do, 
I  would  seek  white  lilies,  roaming  woodlands  thro', 
I  would  steal  among  them,  softest  light  I'd  shed; 
Until  every  lily  raised  its  dioopiiig  head, 
Until  every  lilly  raised  its  drooping  head. 

If  I  were  a  sunbeam,  I  know  where  I'd  go; 
Into  lowliest  hovels,  dark  with  want  and  woe 
Till  sad  hearts  look'd  upward,  I  would  shine  and  shine  I 
Then  they'd  think  of  heaven,  their  sweet  home  and  mine, 
Then  they'd  think  of  heaven,  their  sweet  home  aud  mine. 

Art  thou  not  a  sunbeam,  child,  whose  life  is  glad 
^Yith  an  inner  radiance  sunshine  never  had? 
Oh.  as  God  hath  blessed  thee,  scatter  rays  divine  I 
For  there  is  no  sunbeam  but  must  die  or  shine. 
For  their  is  no  sumbeam  but  must  die  or  shine. 


42  SABBicTH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

MAN   THE   LIFE-BOAT! 

[Fron  the  Golden  Censer,  page  57.] 

Man  the  life-boat!  man  the  life-boat  1 

Hearts  of  love,  your  succor  lend  1 
See  the  shattered  vessel  st;iggers  1 

Quick  I  0  quick!  assistance  lend  I 
Now  the  fragile  boat  is  hanging 

On  the  billow's  feathery  height; 
Now  'midst  fearful  depths  descending, 

While  we  wither  at  the  sight. 

Courage !  courage !  she's  in  safety  I 

See  again  her  buoyant  form, 
By  his  gracious  hand  uplifted, 

Who  controls  the  raging  storm. 
With  her  precious  cargo  freighted, 

Now  the  life-boat  nears  the  shore ; 
Parents,  brethren,  friends,  embracing, 

Those  they  thought  to  see  no  more. 

Christian,  pause,  and  deeply  ponder ; 

Is  there  nothing  you  can  do? 
The  sinking  ship,  tlie  storm,  the  life-boat, 

Have  they  not  a  voice  for  you  ? 
There's  a  storm,  a  fearful  tempest — 

Souls  nre  sinking  in  despair; 
There's  a  shore  of  blessed  refuge, 

Try,  0  try  to  guide  them  there. 

0,  remember  Him  who  saved  you, 

Whose  right  hand  deliverance  wrought, 
Who.  from  depths  of  guilt  and  anguish. 

You  to  peace  and  safety  brought; 
'Tis  His  voice  who  cheers  you  onward — 

"He  that  winneth  souls  is  wise;" 
Launch  the  Gospel's  blessed  life-boat; 

Venture  all  to  win  the  prize. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  4:8 

SWEET  HOUR  OF  PRAYER. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  10.] 
Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  praj^er  I 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known : 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief; 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  I 

Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear, 

To  him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness, 

Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless; 

And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 

Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 

I  '11  cast  on  him  my  every  care. 

And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer  1 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 

May  I  thy  consolation  share; 

Till,  from  Mount  Pisgalrs  lofty  height, 

I  view  my  home,  and  take  my  flight ; 

This  robe  of  flesh  I  '11  drop,  and  rise 

To  seize  the  everlasting  prize. 

JESUS  LOVES  ME. 

[From  the  Golden  Shower,  page  68.] 
Jesus  loves  me  !  this  I  know, 
For  the  Bible  tells  me  so, 
Little  ones  to  him  belong, 
They  are  weak  but  He  is  strong. 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
.     The  Bible  tells  me  so. 


44  SABBATH   '^b'HOOL    HYMNS. 

Jesus  loves  me !  He  who  died, 
Heaveii's  gate  to  open  wide  ; 
He  will  wash  away  my  sin, 
Let  his  little  child  come  in. 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me,  etc. 

Jesus  loves  me  !  loves  me  still, 
Thoug-h  I'm  very  weak  and  ill ; 
From  liis  shining  tlirone  on  high, 
Comes  to  watch  me  where  I  lie. 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me,  etc. 

Jesus  loves  me  I  Ho  will  stay 
Close  beside  me.  all  tlie  way 
If  T  love  him,  when  I  die 
He  will  take  me  home  on  high. 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me,  etc. 

PEACEFULLY   SLEEP. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  24.] 
Peacefully  lay  her  down  to  rest, 
Place  the  turf  kindly  on  her  breast; 
Sweet  is  the  slumber  beneath  the  sod, 
While  the  pure  soul  is  resting  with  God. 
Peacefully  sleep,  peacefully''  sleep. 
Sleep  till  that  morning,  peacefully  sleep. 

Close  to  herlone  and  narrow  house, 
Gracefully    ave,  ye  willow  boughs  ; 
Flowers  of  the  wildwood.  your  odors  slied 
Over  the  holy  beautiful  dead. 
Peacefully  sleep,  etc. 

Quietly  sleep,  beloved  one. 
Rest  fi-om  thy  toil — thy  labor  is  done ; 
Rest  till  the  trump  from  the  opening  skies 
Bid  thee  from  dust  to  glory  arise  1 
Peacefully  sleep,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  4i5 

WHO  SHALL  SING? 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  14.] 

Who  sliall  sinj;  if  not  the  cliildren, 

Did  not  Jesns  die  for  tiieiii? 
Mciy  they  not.  with  other  jewels, 

Sparkle  in  his  diadem  ? 
Why  uiiles.s  the  song  oFlieaven 

The}"-  begin  to  practice  here? 
Why  to  tliein  were  voices  given, 

Bird-Hke  voices,  sweet  and  clear? 

There's  a  choir  of  iiifont  songsters, 

AVhite-rol)ed.  ronnd  the  Savionr's  throne; 
Angels  cease,  and,  wailing,  listen! 

Oh  !   'tis  sweeter  tlian  their  own  ! 
Faith  can  hear  the  raptnrous  clioral, 

When  her  ear  is  npward  tnrued; 
Is  not  this  the  same,  perfected. 

Which  npon  the  earth  they  learned? 

Jesns,  when  on  earth  sojourning, 

Loved  tiiem  wiili  a  wondrons  love ; 
And  will  he.  to  heaven  returning, 

Faithless  to  his  blessing  prove? 
Oh!  they  can  not  suig  too  early! 

Fathers,  stand  not  in  their  way! 
Birds  do  sing  while  day  is  breaking — 

Tell  me,  then,  why  should  not  they  ? 


JUST  AS  I  AM. 

[Tune,  Woodworih.] 

Just  a.«!  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  slied  for  me. 
And  that  thou  bidd'st  me  come  to  thee, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


46  BABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Just  as  I  am,  and  waitiug  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  thee,  whose  blood  cfan  cleanse  each  spot, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  I 

Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fighting  within,  and  fears  without, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  I 

Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind — 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Tea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 
0  Lamb  of  God  I  come ! 

Just  as  I  am,  thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  thy  promise.  I  believe, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  I 

Just  as  I  am,  thy  love,  unknown, 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down ; 
Now  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

JOY  FOR  THE  SORROWFUL. 

[From  the  Golden  Shower,  page  110.] 
Joy  for  the  sorrowful,  strength  for  the  weak, 
Words  of  benevolence  Jesus  doth  speak ; 
His  purpose  of  mercy  no  power  can  stay, 
For  sorrow  and  sighing  shall  both  flee  away. 
For  sorrow  and  sighing  shall  both  flee  away. 
His  purpose  of  mercy  no  power  can  stay, 
For  sorrow  and  sighing  shall  both  flee  away, 
For  sorrow  and  sighing  shall  both  flee  away. 

Joy  for  the  sorrowful,  sight  for  the  blind. 

The  dumb  singing  praises,  the  savage  made  kind. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYJ^INS.  47 

■  The  lame  leaping  high ;  these  are  signs  of  the  day, 
When  sorrow  and  sighing  shall  both  flee  awaj. 

The  lame  leaping  high,  these  are  the  signs  of  the  day.etc. 

Joy  for  the  sorrowful,  laughter  and  song, 
Among  the  redeemed,  who  journey  along, 
All  looking  for  rest  at  the  end  of  the  way, 
When  sorrow  and  sighing  shall  both  flee  away, 
All  looking  for  rest,  at  the  end  of  the  way,  etc. 

Joy  for  the  sorrowful !  Spirit  of  God, 

If  on  toward  Zion  but  feebly  I've  trod, 

0,  strengthen  my  soul,  and  still  lead  me  I  pray, 

TiH  sorrow  and  sighing  have  both  fled  away. 

0,  strengthen  my  soul,  and  still  lead  me  I  pray,  etc. 

FAR  OUT  UPON  THE  PRAIRIE. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  20.] 
Far  out  upon  the  prairie 

How  many  children  dwell, 
"Who  never  read  the  Bible, 
Or  hear  the  Sabbath  bell ; 
And  when  the  holy  morning 

Wakes  us  to  sing  and  pray. 
They  spend  the  precious  moments 
In  idleness  and  play. 
Far  out  upon  the  prairie 

How  many  children  dwell, 
Who  never  read  the  Bible, 
Or  hear  the  Sabbath  bell. 

For  they  have  no  kind  pastor. 

Whose  loving  words  have  told 
Of  Jesus,  the  good  Shepherd, 

And  called  them  to  his  fold; 
No  Sabbath-school  inviting 

Its  pleasant  doors  within. 
No  teacher's  voice  entreating 

To  leave  the  way  of  sin. 
Far  out,  etc. 


48  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

I  wish  tliat  I  could  tell  them 

How  Jesus  came  to  die, 
Wlien  he  for  little  children 

Left  his  bright  tlirone  on  high; 
And  all  the  sad,  sad  story 

Of  sorrow  wliicli  he  bore, 
When  for  his  crown  of  glory 

A  crown  of  thorns  he  wore. 
Far  out,  etc. 

And  so  each  morn  and  evening, 

Whene'er  I  kneel  in  prayer, 
I'll  ask  the  gracious  Saviour 

To  send  liis  gospel  there; 
That  in  tlie  glorious  city 

In  which  he  dwells  above. 
We  all  maj'  sing  together 

Of  his  redeeming  love. 
Far  out,  etc. 


THE  LAND  OF  BEULAH.    C.  M. 

[From  the  Golden  Shower,  page  50.] 

My  latest  sun  is  sinking  fast. 

My  race  is  nearly  run, 
My  strongest  trials  now  are  past, 
■    My  triumph  is  begun. 

0  come,  angel  band,  come  and  around  me  stand, 

0  bear  me  away  on  your  snowy  wings. 

To  my  immortal  home, 

0  bear  me  away  on  your  snowy  wings, 

To  ray  immortal  home. 

I  know  I'm  nearing  the  holy  ranks, 

Of  friends  and  kindred  dear, 
For  I  brush  the  dews  on  Jordan's  banks, 

The  crossing  must  be  near. 
0  come,  angel  band,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  49 

I've  almost  gained  my  heavenly  home, 

My  spirit  loudly  sings; 
The  holy  ones,  behold  they  come  I 

I  hear  the  noise  of  wings. 
0  come,  angel  band,  etc. 

0,  bear  my  longing  heart  to  him 

Who  bled  and  died  for  me  ; 
Wliose  blood  now  cleanses  from  all  sin, 

And  gives  me  victory. 
0  come,  angel  baud,  etc., 

COME  UNTO  ME.     Chant. 

[From  the  Golden  Shower,  page  101,] 
With  tearful  eyes  I  look  arovmd, 

Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  sea ; 
Yet,  'midst  the  gloom  I  hear  a  sound, 

A  heavenly  whisper,  Come  to  me. 

It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest — 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee : 
Oh!  to  ihe  weary,  faint,  opprest. 

How  sweet  the  bidding.  Come  to  me. 

When  nature  shudders,  loth  to  part 

From  all  I  love,  enjoy  and  see ; 
When  a  faint  chill  steals  o'er  my  heart, 

A  sweet  voice  utters,  Come  to  me. 

Come,  for  all  else  must  fall  and  die. 

Earth  is  no  resting  place  for  thee: 
Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eye, 

I  am  thy  portion,  Come  to  me. 

0  voice  of  mercy !  voice  of  love !    ' 

In  conflict,  grief,  and  agony, 
Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above  I 

And  gently  whisper.  Come  to  me. 

4 


50  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

POOR  PILGRIM. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  78.] 

Come,  poor  pilgrim,  sad  and  weary, 

Why  heaves  thy  breast? 
Roaming  this  wide  world  so  dreary, 

Sighing  for  rest. 
There  is  rest  for  thee  iu  glory, 

Among  the  blest; 
Listen  to  the  joyful  story, 
There,  there  is  rest. 

There  is  rest,  sweet  rest. 
There  is  rest,  sweet  rest, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

There  are  those  who've  gone  before  us, 

All  who  are  blest ; 
Singing  now  the  happy  chorus, 

There,  there  is  rest. 
There  the  golden  harps  are  ringing. 

Harps  of  the  blest; 
And  the  angel  bands  are  singing. 

There,  there  is  rest. 

There,  there  is  rest,  etc. 

And,  while  we  on  earth  are  praying, 

Jesus  the  blest 
Unto  us  is  sweetly  saying, 

There,  there  is  rest. 
We  shall  meet  where  parting  never. 

Comes  to  the  blest; 
And  we'll  safely  dwell  forever 

In  heavenly  rest. 

There,  there  is  rest,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYilNS.  51 

WE   ARE   COMING,   BLESSED   SAVIOUR. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  17.] 

We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 

We  liear  thy  gentle  voice; 
We  would  be  thine  forever, 
And  in  thy  love  rejoice. 

We  are  coming,  we  are  coming, 

We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 
We  are  coming,  we  are  coming. 
We  hear  thy  gentle  voice. 

We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 

To  meet  that  happy  band. 
And  sing  with  them  forever. 
And  in  thy  presence  stand. 
We  are  coming,  etc.. 
To  meet  that  liappy  band. 

We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 

Our  Father's  house  we  see — 
A  glorious  mansion  ever 
For  children  j'^oung  as  we. 
We  are  coming,  etc.. 
Our  Father's  house  we  see. 

We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 

That  happy  home  is  ours ; 
If  here  we  gain  thy  favor. 

We'll  reach  those  fragrant  bowers. 
We  are  coming,  etc., 
That  happy  home  is  ours. 

We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 

To  crown  our  Jesus  King, 
And  then  wilh  angels  ever 
His  praises  we  will  sing. 
We  are  coming,  etc.. 
To  crown  our  Jesus  King. 


52  BABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

GOING  HOME. 

[From  the  Golden,  Shower,  page  64.] 
Through  a  strange  country  as  pilgrims  we  stray, 

For  we're  going,  going,  going  home, 
Onward  we  go  tlirougli  the  swift  fjiding  day, 

For  we're  going,  going,  going  home. 
"Weary  our  march  since  the  fair  rosy  dawn, 
Long  is  the  distance  we've  traveled  since  morn, 
But  we  regret  not  the  liours  that  are  gone, 

For  we're  going,  going,  going  home. 

"Why  should  we  gather  earth's  withering  flowers, 

When  we're  going,  going,  going  home. 
Soon  shall  we  tread  tlie  fair  Heavenly  bowers. 

For  we're  going,  going,  going  home  ; 
There,  fragrant  garlands  immortal  will  bloom, 
Untouched  by  blight,  and  unshadowed  by  gloom. 
And  never  strewing  the  path  to  the  tomb; 
For  we're  going,  going,  going  home. 

Hark!  'tis  the  storm  crashing  loud  through  the  pines. 

We  are  going,  going,  going  home ; 
See  the  faint  glimmering  light  that  now  shines, 

We  are  going,  going,  going  home. 
Little  we  heed  the  wild  roar  of  the  wind, 
Onward  we  still  look,  and  never  behind: 
This  thought  alone  gives  sweet  peace  to  our  mind. 

We're  going,  going,  going  home. 

Soon  we  shall  hear  the  glad  welcoming  voice, 

We're  going,  going,  going  home: 
Bidding  our  spirits  forever  rejoice, 

We  are  going,  going,  going  home: 
Home  to  our  mansion  prepared  in  the  sky, 
Wliei'e  we  can  never  more  suffer  or  die. 
01  let  our  anthem  of  praise  ring  on  high, 

We  are  going,  going,  going  home. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HY^IKSi  53 

BLESSED  BIBLE. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  42.] 
Blessed  Bible  I  how  I  love  it! 

How  it  doth  ray  bosom  cheer ! 
"What  on  earth  like  this  to  covet? 

Oh,  what  stores  of  wealth  are  here! 
Man  was  lost  and  doom'd  to  sorrow, 

Not  one  ray  of  light  or  bliss 
Could  he  from  earth's  treasures  borrow, 
Till  his  way  was  cheered  by  this. 
Blessed  Bible,  blessed  Bible, 
How  thou  dost  my  spirit  cheer. 

Yes,  I'll  to  my  bosom  press  thee ; 

Precious  Word,  I'll  hide  tliee  here, 
Sure  my  very  heart  will  bless  thee, 

For  thou  ever  say'st  "Good  cheer!" 
Speak,  poor  heart,  and  tell  thy  poud'rings, 

Tell  how  far  thy  rovings  led. 
When  this  book  brought  back  thy  wand'ring8, 

Speaking  life  as  from  the  dead. 
Blessed  Bible,  etc. 

Tes,  sweet  Bible !  I  will  hide  thee 

Deep — yes,  deeper  in  tliis  heart; 
Thou  through  all  my  life  wilt  guide  me, 

And  in  death  we  will  not  part. 
Part  in  death?  no,  never!  never! 

Through  death's  vale  I'll  lean  on  thee; 
Then  in  worlds  above,  forever 

Sweeter  till  thy  truths  shall  be. 
Blessed  Bible,  etc. 

GOOD  TIDINGS. 

[From  the  Golden  Shower,  page  36.] 
Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation, 

To  the  aged  and  the  young; 
Till  the  precious  invitation 

"Waken  every  heart  and  tongue. 


54  SABBATir    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Send  the  sound  the  earth  around, 

From  tlie  rising  to  the  setting  of  the  sun, 

Till  each  gath'ring  crowd  shall  proclaim  aloud 
The  glorious  work  is  done. 

Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation, 
O'er  the  prairies  of  the  West; 

Till  each  gatli'ring  congregation 
"With  the  gospel  sound  in  blest. 
Send  the  sound,-  etc. 

Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation, 
Mingling  with  the  ocean's  roar, 

Till  the  ships  of  every  nation, 

Bear  the  news  from  shore  to  shore. 
Send  the  sound,  etc. 

Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation 

O'er  the  islands  of  the  sea; 
Till  in  humble  adoration, 

All  to  Christ  shall  bow  the  knee. 
Send  the  sound,  etc. 

SCATTER  SMILES  AS  YOU  GO. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  82.] 
Scatter  smiles,  bright  smiles,  as  you  pass  on  your  way, 

Thro'  this  world  of  toil  and  care ; 
Like  the  beams  of  the  morning  that  gently  play, 
They  will  leave  a  sunlight  there. 

Scatter  smiles,  bright  smiles, 
Scatter  smiles  as  you  pass  on  your  way, 
Scatter  smiles,  bright  smiles, 
Scatter  smiles,  bright  smiles. 

Scattter  smiles,  bright  smiles,  'tis  but  little  they  cost; 

But  your  heart  ma}'-  never  know 
"What  a  joy  they  may  carry  to  weary  ones 

Who  are  pale  with  want  and  woe. 

Scatter  smiles,  bright  smiles,  etc. 


SABBATH    BCHOOD   HYMNS.  55 

Scatter  smiles,  bright  smiles,  o'er  the  grave  of  tlie  past,    _ . 

Where  the  orphan's  treasure  lies ; 
la  the  tear-drop  that  glistens  there  light  will  shine, 

As  the  rainbow  paints  the  skies. 

Scatter  smiles,  bright  smiles,  etc. 

Scatter  smiles,  bright  smiles,  o'er  the  young  wko  have  strayed, 

From  the  path  where  once  they  trod ; 
You  may  lead  to  the  fountain  of  truth  again, 

You  may  bring  them  home  to  God. 

Scatter  smiles,  bright  smiles,  etc. 

Scatter  smiles,  bright  smiles,  as  you  pass  on  your  way 

Through  this  world  of  toil  and  care; 
Like  the  beams  of  the  morning  that  gently  play. 

They  will  leave  a  sunlight  there. 

Scatter  smiles,  bright  smiles,  etc. 

SWEET  REST  IN  HEAVEN. 

[From  the  Golden  Shower,  page  103.] 
Come  schoolmates,  don't  grow  weary. 

But  let  us  journey  on. 
The  moments  will  not  tarry, 
This  life  will  soon  be  gone. 

There  is  sweet  rest  in  heaven, 
There  is  sweet  rest  in  heaven. 
There  is  sweet  rest,  there  is  sweet  rest, 
There  is  sweet  rest  in  heaven. 

"We've  listed  for  the  army. 

We've  listed  for  the  war. 
We'll  fight  until  we  conquer. 

By  faith  and  humble  prayer. 
There  is  sweet  rest,  etc. 

Our  Captain's  gone  before  us, 

He  bids  ns  all  to  come ; 
High  up  in  endless  glory, 

He's  fitted  up  our  home. 

There  is  sweet  rest,  etc., 


56  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMEN'S. 

And  Jesus  will  be  with  U3, 

E'en  to  our  journey's  end; 
In  every  sore  affliction 

His  "  present  help"  to  lend. 
There  is  sweet  rest,  etc. 

Then  glory  be  to  Jesus, 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood ; 

And  glory  be  to  Jesus, 
"Who  gives  us  every  good. 
There  is  sweet  rest,  etc. 

"YOUR  SAVIOUR  WEPT.'' 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  28.] 
How  sweet  in  every  trying  scene, 

That  wounds  tlie  spirit  liere, 
To  feel  that  Jesus  bore  our  grief, 

And  know  he  still  is  near; 
0  ye  who  o'er  the  couch  of  death 

Your  lonely  watch  have  kept, 
Tho'  anguish  rend  your  aching  breast, 

Remember  Jesus  wept. 

He  groaned  in  spirit  while  he  spoke ; 

"Where  have  you  laid  the  dead?" 
"Lord,  come  and  see,"  tliey  murmured  low, 

He  followed  where  they  led  ; 
Beneath  a  cold  sepulchral  stone 

An  only  brother  slept, 
And  angels  wondered  as  they  gazed, 

For  lo !  the  Saviour  wept. 

How  oft  the  prayer  our  lips  would  breathe, 

The  heart  alone  may  speak; 
How  ofc  the  penitential  tear 

Bedews  the  mourner's  cheek; 
Poor  child  of  toil,  though  dark  and  sad, 

Thy  vveary  lot  may  be, 
Willi  few  to  smooth  life's  rugged  path, 

Thy  Saviour  wept  for  thee. 


&ABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  97' 

"WE'LL  ALL  MEET  AGAIN  IN  THE 
MORNING." 

[From  the  Golden  Shower,  page  106.] 

A  little  child  lav  dying 

As  the  sunset  hour  drew  nigh, 
And  these  the  words  he  uttered 

When  he  breathed  his  last  Good-bye, 
"  I  know  that  my  angel  mother 

Is  waiting  to  bear  me  from  thee, 

"We'll  all  meet  again  in  the  morning, 

Dear  father  weep  not  for  me!" 

We'll  all  meet  again  in  the  morning, 
"We'll  all  meet  again  in  the  morning 
"V\''e'll  all  meet  again  in  the  morning, 
Of  heaven's  eternal  day. 

The  words  were  full  of  solace, 

Falling  like  a  healing  balm 
On  the  heart  so  sorely  stricken, 

Tliat  the  mounter  miglit  well  be  calm. 
The  sharp  sting  of  anguish  taken, 

The  burden  of  grief  grew  more  light, 
"We'll  all  meet  again  in  the  morning. 

Like  a  rainbow  spanned  Death's  night. 
"We'll  all  meet,  etc. 

0,  ye  who  sadly  languish, 

Weighed  down  by  grief  and  gloom^ 
Beside  the  grave's  dark  portal, 

Look  beyond  the  silent  tomb ! 
With  God  leave  your  precious  treasures, 

Shall  he  not  in  all  things  do  right? 
We'll  all  meet  again  in  the  morning 

Death's  sleep  is  but  for  a  night. 
We'll  all  meet^  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

-    COME  TO  JESUS. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  40.] 

Come  to  Jesus,  Come  to  Jesus. 

Come  to  Jesus  to-day  ; 
To-day  come  to  Jesus, 

Come  to  Jesus  to-day; 

He  will  save  you,  he  will  save  you. 

He  will  save  you  to-day  ; 
To-day  he  will  save  you, 

He  will  save  you  to-day. 

Don't  reject  him,  don't  reject  him, 

Don't  reject  him  to-day, 
To-day  don't  reject  him. 

Don't  reject  him  to-day. 

He  is  ready,  he  is  ready, 

He  is  read}'  to-day ; 
To-day  he  is  ready. 

He  is  ready  to-day. 

Oh  believe  him,  oh  believe  him, 

Oh  believe  him  to-day; 
To-day  oh  believe  him, 

Oh  believe  him  to-day. 

Do  not  tarry,  do  not  tarry, 

Do  not  tarr}'  to-day, 
To-day  do  not  tarry, 

Do  not  tarry  to-day. 

Hallelujah,  Hallelujah, 

Hallelujah,  Amen ; 
Amen,  Hallelujah, 

Hallelujah,  Amen. 


6AEBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  59 

ALWAYS  SPEAK  THE  TRUTH. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  77.] 

Be  the  matter  wliat  it  may, 

Always  speak  the  truth  : 
"Whether  work  or  whether  play, 

Always  speak  the  truth. 
Never  from  this  rule  depart, 
Grave  it  deeply  on  your  heart, 
"Written  'tis  in  virtue's  chart; 

Always  speak  the  truth. 

There's  a  charm  in  verity — 

Always  speak  the  truth ; 
But  there's  meanness  in  a  lie — : 

Always  speak  the  truth. 
He  is  but  a  coward  slave 
Who,  a  present  pain  to  waive, 
Stoops  to  falsehood;  then  be  brave 

Always  speak  the  truth. 

Falsehood  seldom  stands  alone — 

Always  speak  the  truth  ; 
One  begets  another  one — 

Always  speak  the  truth. 
Falsehood  all  the  snul  degrades, 
Tis  a  sin  from  which  proceeds 
Greater  sins  and  darker  deeds  ; 

Always  speak  the  truth. 

"When  you're  wrong  the  folly  own ; 

Always  speak  the  truth  ; 
Here's  a  victory  to  be  won, 

Always  speak  the  tnith. 
He  who  speaks  with  lying  tongue 
Adds  to  wrong  a  greater  wrong  ; 
Then  with  courage  true  and  strong 

Always  speak  the  truth.     • 


60  SABBATII    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

SINNERS  ENTREATED. 

[From  the  iQcippy  Voices,  page  66.] 
Sinners  will  you  scorn  the  message 

Sent  iu  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence,  oh  how  tender! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love ; 

Listen  to  it ; 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel 
News  from  Zion's  king  proclaim, 

To  each  rebel  sinner,  "Pardon, 
Fi'ee  forgiveness  in  his  name," 

How  important ! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name. 

Oh  3'-e  angels  hovering  round  us. 
Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way, 

Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay; 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 

THE  LAND  BEYOND  THE  RIVER. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  35.] 
No  mortal  eye  that  land  hath  seen, 

Beyond,  beyond  the  river, 
Its  smiling  valleys,  hills  so  green, 
Beyond,  beyond  the  river. 
—  Its  shores  are  coming  nearer. 

The  skies  are  growing  clearer, 
Each  day  it  seemeth  dearer. 
That  land  beyond  the  river. 
"We'll  stand  tlie  storm,  we'll  stand  the  storm, 

Its  rage  is  almost  over. 
We'll  anchor  in  the  harbor  soon, 
,Iu  the  land  beyond  the  river. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  61 

"No  cankering  care  nor  mortal  strife, 

Beyond,  beyond  the  river, 
But  liappy,  never  ending  life, 

Beyond,  beyond  the  river. 
Thro'  the  eternal  Jiours, 

God'vS  love,  in  lieavenly  sliowers, 
Shall  water  faitli's  fair  flowers 

in  the  land  beyond  the  river. 

We'll  stand  the  storm,  etc. 

That  glorious  day  will  ne'er  be  done, 

Beycnd,  bej'ond  the  river. 
When  we've  the  crown  and  kingdom  won, 

Beyond,  beyond  tlie  nver. 
There  is  eternal  pleasure, 
And  joys  that  none  can  measure, 
For  those  who  have  their  treasure, 
■  In  the  land  beyond  the  river. 
We'll  stand  the  storm,  etc. 

When  shall  we  look  from  Zion's  hill, 

Beyond,  beyond  the  river. 
With  endless  bliss  our  hearts  shall  thrill, 

Beyond,  beyond  the  river. 
There  angels  bright  are  singing. 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 
We  ne'er  shall  cease  our  singing, 

In  the  land  beyond  the  river. 
We'll  stand  the  storm,  etc. 


PORTUGUESE  HYMN. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  49.] 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word. 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  lie  hath  said, 
Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refuge  have  fled, 
Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refuge  have  fled. 


62  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Foar  not,  T  am  with  thee:  Oh  be  not  dismayed, 

For  1  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid  ; 

ril  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand 

Uphold  l>y  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

\Vlien  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overllow  ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  trials  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes  ; 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shakc^ 
I'll  never — no,  never — no,  never  forsake. 


THE  CHILD'S  DESIRE. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  27.] 

I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old. 

When  Jesus  was  here  among  men. 
How  he  called  little  children  as  lambs  to  his  fold, 

I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them  then. 

I  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed  on  my  head, 
That  his  arm  had  been  thrown  around  me, 

And  that  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  look  when  he  said 
**  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  mo." 

Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 

And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love  ; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below, 

I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above. 

In  that  beautiful  place  he  has  gone  to  prepare 

For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven  ; 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there, 

"  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  63 

"NEVER  BE  AFRAID .'» 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  20.] 

Never  be  afraid  to  speak  for  Jesus, 
Think  liow  much  a  word  can  do; 
Never  he  afraid  to  ovi'n  your  Saviour, 
He  who  loves  and  cares  for  you. 

Never  be  afraid,  never  be  afraid, 

N'ever,  never,  never, 
Jesus  is  your  loving  Saviour, 
Therefore  never  be  afraid. 

Never  be  afraid  to  work  for  Jesus, 

In  his  vineyard  day  by  day; 
Labor  with  a  kind  and  willing  spirit, 

He  will  all  your  toil  repay. 
Never  be  afraid,  etc. 

Never  be  afraid  to  bear  for  Jesus, 

Keen  reproaches  when  they  fall ; 
Patiently  endure  your  every  trial, 

Jesus  meekly  bore  them  all. 
Never  be  afraid,  etc. 

Never  be  afraid  to  live  for  Jesus, 

If  you  on  his  care  depend. 
Safely  shall  you  pass  through  every  trial, 

He  will  bring  you  to  the  end. 
Never  be  afraid,  etc. 

Never  be  afraid  to  die  for  Jesus  ; 

He  tlie  life,  the  truth,  the  way. 
Gently  in  his  arms  of  love  will  bear  you 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day. 
Never  be  afraid,  etc. 


.64  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

WHO  IS^  MY  NEIGHBOR? 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  24.] 

0,  who  is  my  neiglibor?  prny  tell  me, 

As  I  journey  alono:  here  below  ; 
For  my  Bible  commands  me  to  love  him 

As  mj'self,  and  my  neighbor  I'd  know  ; 
Is  it  he  who  sits  down  at  my  table, 

My  brother  so  deor  unto  nae, 
Or  my  friend  who  hath  done  me  a  favor, — 

My  neighbor,  0  where  may  he  be? 

Where  may  he  be?  where  may  he  be? 
My  neighbor,  oh  1  where  may  he  be  ? 

Tlie  world  is  thy  neighbor,  poor  pilgrim  ; 

From  the  beggar  so  wretched  to  see, 
To  the  rich  man  that  rides  in  his  carriage, — 

All  alike  have  a  claim  upon  thee ! 
Go  ye  out  in  the  highways  and  hedges. 

The  alleys,  the  lanes,  and  the  street ; 
For  ye  never  have  need  to  stand  idle 

The  want  of  a  neighbor  to  greet  I 

A  neighbor  to  greet, — a  neighbor  to  greet! 
The  want  of  a  neighbor  to  greet. 

Drink  deep  from  vSweet  charity's  fountain ; 

Little  failings  in  kindness  o'erlook  ; 
For  our  Saviour  had  pity  for  others, 

And  he  never  his  neighbor  forsook. 
He  never  forsook,  etc. 

He  hath  said  that  a  cup  of  cold  water, 
If  given  in  llie  name  of  the  Ix)rd, 

In  that  day  when  he  makes  up  his  jewels, 
Shall  meet  with  a  tenfold  reward  1 
A  tenfold  reward,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  65 

WEBB. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  104.] 

The  morning  light  is  breaking, 

The  darkness  disappears; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears : 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar 
Of  nations  in  commotion 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  ns, 

In  many  a  gentle  shower, 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour : 
Each  cry  to  heaven  going 

Abundant  answer  brings, 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  of  love. 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above : 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel's  call  obey, 
And  seek  a  Saviour's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

Blest  river  of  salvation. 

Pursue  thy  onward  way  ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  : 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home, 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim  the  Lord  is  come. 
5 


66  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

WE'LL  STAND  FOR  THE  RIGHT,  OR 
LIFE'S  BATTLE. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  82.] 
This  life  is  a  battle  with  Satan  and  sin, 
And  we  are  the  soldiers  the  victory  to  win ; 
And  Christ  is  the  Captain  of  our  little  band, 
Whatever  opposes,  for  him  we  shall  stand. 

We  will  stand  for  the  right, 

We  will  stand  for  the  right, 

We  will  stand,  we  will  stand  for  the  right 

To  God,  for  our  armor,  we'll  fail  not  to  go, 
He'll  clothe  us  with  truth  and  with  righteousness  too : 
The  "  Grospel  of  peace  "  shall  our  footsteps  attend, 
The  "good  shield  of  faith  "  from  all  harm  shall  defend. 
We  will  stand,  etc. 

Salvation  our  helmet,  the  Bible  our  sword, 
Tho'  wily  our  foes,  we're  "  strong  in  the  Lord ;  " 
While  watching  and  praying  our  armor  keeps  bright, 
Our  Jesus  will  help  us  to  stand  for  the  right. 
We  will  stand,  etc. 

Tho'  little  temptations  (the  worst  ones  of  all) 
Will  often  beset  us,  to  make  us  to  fall ; 
We'll  "  stand  up  for  Jesus,"  and,  when  life  is  o'er, 
For  us  He'll  be  standing  on  Jordan's  bright  shore. 
We  will  stand,  etc. 

THE  SHINING  SHORE. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  83.] 
My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 

And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly  I 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger, 

For  oh  I  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand. 

Our  friends  are  passing  over, 
And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
We  may  almost  discover. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  6T 

"We'll  gird  our  loins,  ray  iDrethren  dear, 

Our  distant  liome  discerning; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 

Let  every  lamp  be  burning — 
For  oh !  etc. 

Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing ; 
That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest, 

Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 
For  oh  I  etc. 

Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever, 
Our  King  says,  come,  and  there's  our  home, 

Forever,  oh !  forever  I 
For  oh  I  etc, 

"TO-DAY." 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  79.] 
To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ; 

Ye  wand'rers  come  ; 
Oil,  ye  benighted  soula, 

Why  longer  roam  ? 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls, 

For  refuge  fly ; 
The  storm  of  vengeance  falls, 

Ruin  is  nigh. 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls, 

Oh  listen  now; 
Within  these  sacred  walls, 

To  Jesus  bow. 

The  Spirit  calls  to-day, 

Yield  to  his  power; 
Oh  grieve  him  not  away, 

'Tis  mercy's  hour. 


68  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

FRIEND  EYER  NEAR. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  GG.'] 

One  there  is  above  all  others 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  friend  ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 
Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 

Eeconciled  in  him  to  God. 

When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

"Friend  of  sinners  "  was  his  name; 
Now   above  all  glory  raised. 

He  rejoices  in  the  same. 
Oh  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love 
We,  alas,  forget  too  often. 

What  a  friend  we  have  above. 


EXPOSTULATION. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  p.ige  78.] 

Oh  turn  ye,  oh  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye  die  ? 
Since  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh. 
Since  Jesus  invites  you,  the  spirit  says  come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

How  vain  the  delusion  that,  while  you  delay. 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better,  your  chains  melt  away ; 
Come  wretched,  come  guilty,  come  just  as  you  are, 
All  helpless  and  dying,  to  Jesus  repair. 

The  contrite  in  heart  he  will  freely  receive, 
Oh  why  will  you  not  the  glad  message  believe  ? 
If  sin  be  your  burden,  oh,  will  you  not  come  ? 
'Tis  he  makes  you  welcome,  he  bids  you  come  home. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  69 

A  CHRISTMAS   CAROL. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  86.] 

Joy  to  the  sons  of  men 

On  tliis  bright  Christmas  mom ! 
List  to  the  welcome  words  again 

That  charm  our  waiting  hearts,  as  when 
The  shepherds  heard  with  glad  amaze 
Th'  announcement  of  angelic  lays, 
"  A  Saviour  Christ  is  born, 
A  Saviour  Christ  is  born, 
A  Saviour  Christ  is  born." 

Joy  to  earth's  sorrowing  child. 

On  this  calm  peaceful  morn! 
The  holy,  harmless,  undefiled. 

Can  soothe  his  breast  with  comfort  mild; 
The  hymn  that  floats  along  the  air, 

Shall  find  an  answer  echoing  there — 
The  Saviour,  etc. 

Joy  to  the  sick  and  poor, 

"Blessed  are  they  that  mourn;" 
If  they  submissively  endure, 

And  trust  his  holy  promise  sure : 
He  comes  all  sorrow  to  relieve, 

To  comfort  all  who  will  believe— 
The  Saviour,  etc. 

Love,  joy,  good-will,  and  peace, 

Since  that  first  Christmas  morn, 
Have  come  to  earth,  and  ne'er  shall  cease, 

To  Him  who  purchased  our  release. 
Our  hearts,  redeemed  from  death,  we'll  bring. 

And  humbly,  gratefully  we'll  sing. 
The  Saviour,  etc. 


70  8ABBATII    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

SING  HIS  PRAISE. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  77.]. 

Would  you  be  as  angels  are  ? 

Sino:,  oil  sing  his  praise  ; 
"Would  you  banish  every  care  ? 

Sing,  oh  sing  his  praise 
Like  the  lark  upon  tlie  wing. 
Like  the  warbling  bird  of  spring, 
Like  the  crj^stal  spheres  that  ring, 

Sing,  oh  sing  his  praise. 

If  the  world  upon  you  frown, 
Sing,  oil  sing  his  praise, 
.  If  your'e  left  to  sing  alone, 
Sing,  oh  sing  his  praise  ; 

If  sad  trials  come  to  you, 

As  to  every  one  they  do, 

For  that  tliey  are  blessings  too. 
Sing,  oh  sing  his  praise, 

OLIVET. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  41.] 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee. 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine  ; 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  awa}'. 
Oh  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine. 

May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire: 
As  though  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  livino:  fire. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  71 

"While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
"Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

"When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
"When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
Blest  Saviour,  then  in  love 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
Oh  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul. 


THE  YOUNG  DISCIPLE. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  43.] 

Oh  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  , 

"Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 
Happy  day,  happy  day  !  etc. 

*Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done: 
I  am  my  Lord's  and  he  is  mine ; 

He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine, 
Happy  day,  happy  day!  etc. 

High  heaven  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear. 

Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow. 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 
Happy  day,  happy  day  I  etc. 


72  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

O,  WE  ARE  VOLUNTEERS. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  88.] 

0.  we  are  volunteers  in  the  army  of  the  Lord, 
Forming  into  line  at  our  Captain's  word; 
We  are  under  marching  orders  to  take  the  battle-field, 
And  we'll  ne'er  give  o'er  the  fight  till  the  foe  shall  yield. 

Come  and  join  the  army,  the  army  of  the  Lord, 
Jesus  is  our  Captain,  we  rail  y  at  his  word ; 
Sharp  will  be  the  conflict  with  the  pow'rs  of  sin, 
But  with  such  a  Leader,  we  are  sure  to  win. 

The  glory  of  our  flag  is  the  emblem  of  the  dove, 
Gleaming  are  our  swords  from  the  forge  of  love ; 
"We  go  forth,  but  not  to  battle  for  earthly  honors  vain, 
'Tis  a  bright  immortal  crown  that  we  seek  to  gain. 

Come  and  join  the  army,  etc. 

Our  foes  are  in  the  field,  pressing  hard  on  ev'ry  side, — 
Envy,  anger,  hatred,  with  self  and  pride; 
They  are  cruel,  fierce  and  strong,  ever  ready  to  attack, 
We  must  watch,  and   fight,  and  pray,  if  we'd  drive  them 
])ack. 

Come  and  join  the  army,  etc. 

0.  glorious  is  the  struggle  in  which  we  draw  the  sword, 

rilorious  is  the  Kingdom  of  Christ,  our  Lord ; 

It  shall  spread  from  sea  to  sea,  it  shall  reach  from  shore  to 

shore, 
And  His  people  shall  be  blessed  for  evermore. 

Come  and  join  the  army,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  73 

FOUNT. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  66.] 

Come  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise ;  . 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fixed  upon  it — 

Mouut  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

Here  I  raise  myEbenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come, 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure. 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

"Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He  to  rescue  me  from  danger. 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

Oh  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be ! 
Let  that  grace  now  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  soul  to  thee  ; 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love; 
Here's  my  heart — oh  take  and  seal  it, 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

THE  PASTURE. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  84,] 

Faithful  Shepherd,  meek  and  mild, 
To  thy  pastures  lead  a  child, 
Where  the  tender  verdure  grows, 
Where  the  peaceful  streamlet  flows, 
Where  thy  flock  from  danger  free, 
Hear  thy  voice  and  follow  thee. 


74  8ABBATII    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

There  beneath  thy  watchful  e5'e, 
They  are  safe,  though  danger's  nigh  ; 
There  enfolded  in  thy  arms, 
They  can  smile  at  rude  alarms ; 
Though  a  host  their  way  oppose, 
Thou  wilt  save  tliem  from  their  foes. 

When  the  vale  of  grief  they  tread, 
Thou  dost  mark  the  tears  they  shed; 
By  their  side  in  pity  stand, 
Dry  the  tear  with  tender  hand; 
Gently  quell  the  rising  fear. 
Make  it  sweet  to  suffer  there. 

Faithful  Shepherd,  meek  and  mild, 
To  thy  pastures  lead  a  child; 
"Weak  and  helpless  Lord,  I  am, 
Gather  in  a  wandering  lamb; 
Lest  from  thee  I  further  stray, 
Take  me  to  thy  fold  I  pray. 

HAPPY  DAY. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  43.  J 
Preserved  by  thine  almighty  power. 

Oh  Lord,  our  Maker,  Saviour,  King, 
And  bro't  to  see  this  happy  hour, 
"We  come  tliy  praises  here  to  sing. 
Happy  day,  happy  day, 
Here  in  thy  courts  Ave'll  gladly  stay, 
And  at  thy  footstool  humbly  pray 
That  thou  wouldst  take  our  sins  away ; 
Happy  day,  happy  day, 
When  Christ  shall  wash  our  sins  away. 

We  praise  thee  for  thy  constant  care. 
For  life  preserved,  for  mercies  given; 

Oh  may  we  still  those  mercies  share. 
And  taste  the  joys  of  sin  forgiven. 
Happy  day,  happy  day,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  75 

And  when  on  earth  our  days  are  done, 
Grant,  Lord,  that  we  at  length  may  join, 

Teachers  and  scholars  round  thy  throne, 
The  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 
Happy  day,  happy  day,  etc. 


THAT  BEAUTIFUL   LAND. 

[tYorn  the  Golden  Censer,  page  68.] 

A  beautiful  land  by  faith  I  see, 

A  land  of  rest,  from  sorrow  free ; 

The  home  of  the  ramsoned,  bright  and  fair, 

And  beautiful  angels  too  are  there. 

"Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

Go  to  that  beautiful  land  with  me  ? 

"Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

Go  to  that  beautiful  land? 

That  beautiful  land,  the  City  of  Light, 
It  ne'er  has  known  the  shades  of  night ; 
The  glory  of  God,  the  light  of  day 
Hath  driven  the  darkness  far  away. 
Will  you  go,  etc. 

In  vision  I  see  its  streets  of  gold. 
Its  beautiful  gates  I  too  behold, 
The  river  of  life,  the  crystal  sea, 
The  ambrosial  fruit  of  life's  fair  tree. 
"Will  you  go,  etc. 

The  heavenly  throng  arrayed  in  white, 
In  rapture  range  the  plains  of  light; 
And  in  one  harmonious  choir  they  praise 
Their  glorious  Saviour's  matcliless  grace. 
"Will  you  go,  etc. 


76  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS- 

OUR   BRIGHT   HOME   ABOVE. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  71.] 

"We  are  going,  we  are  going, 

To  a  home  beyond  the  skies, 
Where  the  fields  are  robed  in  beauty, 

And  the  sunlight  uever  dies. 
"Where  the  fount  of  joy  is  flowing 

In  the  valley  green  and  fair, 
"We  shall  dwell  in  lore  together. 
There  w'ill  be  no  parting  there. 

"V^''e  are  going,  we  are  gouig, 

To  a  home  beyond  the  skies, 
"Where  the  fields  are  robed  in  beauty, 
And  the  sunlight  never  dies. 

We  are  going,  we  are  going, 

And  the  music  we  have  heard 
Like  the  echo  of  the  woodland, 

Or  the  carol  of  a  bird ; 
With  the  rosy  light  of  morning 

On  the  calm  and  fragrant  air, 
Still  it  murmurs,  softly  murmurs, 

There  will  be  no  parting  there. 
We  are  going,  etc. 

We  are  going,  we  are  going. 

Where  the  day  of  life  is  o'er 
To  that  pure  and  happy  region 

Where  our  friends  have  gone  beforo; 
They  are  singing  with  the  angels 

In  that  land  so  bright  and  fair; 
We  shall  dwell  with  them  forever, 

There  will  be  no  parting  there. 
We  are  going,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

THE  GOLDEN  SHORE;  OR  A  HOME 
BEYOND  THE  TIDE. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  87.] 
Girls.  "We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 

Homeward  bound  we  sweetly  glide  : 
Boys.  We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 

To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 
Girls.  Millions  now  are  safely  landed, 

Over  on  the  golden  shore  : 
Boys.  Millions  more  are  on  their  journey, 

Yet  there's  room  for  millions  more. 
Chorus. — All  the  storms  will  soon  be  over, 

Then  we'll  anchor  in  the  harbor: 
We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 

To  a  home  beyond  the  tide  ; 

We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 

To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 

Girls.  Spread  your  sails,  while  heavenly  breezes 

Gently  waft  our  vessel  on : 
Boys.  All  on  board  are  sweetly  singing — 

Free  salvation  is  the  song. 
All  the  storms,  etc. 

Girls.  When  we  all  are  safely  anchored, 
We  will  shout — our  trials  o'er. 

Boys.  We  will  walk  about  the  city. 

And  we'll  sing  for  evermore. 
All  the  storms,  etc. 

ALL   HAIL!  THE   POWER   OF   JESUS' 
NAME. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  103.] 
All  hail  I  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  dl. 


78  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 

Hail  bim,  wlio  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  alL 

0  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 
"We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 

"We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

AMERICA. 

[Prom  the  Golden  Chain,  page  103.] 
My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died ; 
Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride ; 
From  every  mountain  side 
Let  freedom  ring. 

My  native  country  1  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble  free, 

Thy  name  I  love  ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 

Like  that  above. 

Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song; 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 


SABBATH    SCUOOL    HYMNS.  79 

A  LIGHT  m  THE  WINDOW. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  110,] 
Tliere's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee,  brother, 

There's  a  Hght  in  the  window  for  thee ; 
A  dear  one  has  moved  to  the  mansions  abore, 
There's  a  hght  in  the  window  for  thee. 
A  mansion  in  heaven  we  see, 

And  a  hght  in  the  window  for  thee. 
A  mansion  in  heaven  we  see, 
And  a  hght  m  the  window  for  thee. 

There's  a  crown,  and  a  robe,  and  a  pahn,  brother. 

"When  from  toil  and  from  care  you  are  free ; 
The  Saviour  has  gone  to  prepare  3'ou  a  home, 

With  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 
A  mansion  in  heaven  we  see,  etc. 

0  watch,  and  be  faithful,  and  pray,  brother. 

All  your  journey  o'er  life's  troubled  sea, 
Tlio'  afflictions  assail  you,  and  storms  beat  severe, 

There's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 
A  mansion  in  heaven  we  see,  etc. 

Then  on,  perse veriugly  on,  brother, 

Till  from  conflict  and  suffering  free ; 
Bright  angels  now  beckon  you  over  the  stream, 

There's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 
A  mansion  in  heaven  we  see,  etc. 

SAVIOUR,  LIKE  A  SHEPHERD  LEAD  US. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  91.] 
Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us, 

Much  we  need  tliy  tenderest  care ; 
In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us, 

For  our  use  tin'  folds  prepare. 
Blessed  Jesus,  Blessed  Jesus, 

Thou  hast  bought  us,  thine  we  are  ; 
Blessed  Jesus,  Blessed  Jesus, 

Thou  hast  bought  us,  thine  we  are. 


80  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

"We  are  thine,  do  thou  befriend  us, 

Be  the  Guai'dian  of  our  way  ; 
Keep  thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 

Seek  us  when  we  go  astray. 
Blessed  Jesus,  Blessed  Jesus, 

Hear  young  children  when  they  pray, 
Blessed  Jesus,  Blessed  Jesus, 

Hear  young  children  when  they  pray. 

Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us. 
Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be ; 

Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free. 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Let  us  early  turn  to  thee. 

Early  let  us  seek  thy  favor. 

Early  let  us  do  thy  will ; 
Blessed  Lord  and  only  Saviour, 

"With  thy  love  our  bosoms  filL- 
Blessed  Jesus, 

Thou  hast  loved  us.  love  us  still. 


JESUS  OUR  PILOT. 

[From,  the  Grolden  Censer,  page  109.J 

Jesus  is  our  Pilot, — 

No  one  else  can  guide 
Our  frail  bark  in  safety, 
O'er  life's  stormy  tide. 
"When  the  waves  of  trouble 

Baffle  human  skill, 
He  can  always  calm  them 
With  His  "Peace,  be  still!" 
Jesus  is  our  Pilot — 

Guided  by  his  hand, 
"We  shall  reach  the  haven, 
On  the  golden  strand. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYIMNS.  81 

Jesus  is  our  Pilot, — 

Leaning-  on  His  arm, 
We  are  safe  from  dano;er, 

Safe  from  fear  and  harm. 
In  his  strong  protection 

Let  us  ever  rest ; 
Refuge  from  all  sorrow 

On  his  faithful  breast. 

Jesus  is  our  Pilot,  etc. 

Jesus  is  our  Pilot, — 

Well  he  knows  the  way, 
From  these  earthly  shadows, 

To  the  realms  of  da5^ 
He  can  find  that  harbor 

Others  seek  in  vain, 
Where  as  Lord  of  glory, 

Evermore  he'll  reign. 

Jesus  is  our  Pilot,  etc. 


NEVERMORE  BE  SAD  OR  WEARY. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  107.] 

This  is  not  ray  place  of  resting, 

Mine's  a  city  yet  to  come  ; 
Onward  to  it  I'm  hasting. 
On  to  my  eternal  home. 
Nevermore,  nevermore, 

Nevermore  be  sad  or  weary. 
Nevermore,  nevermore, 
Nevermore  to  sin  again. 

In  it  all  is  light  and  glory, 

O'er  it  shines  a  nightless  day ; 
Every  trace  of  sin's  sad  story — 

All  the  curse  has  passed  away. 
Nevermore,  etc. 

6 


82  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

There  the  Lamb,  our  Shepherd  lead^  U3 
By  the  streams  of  hfe  along, 

On  the  freshest  pastures  feed  us, 
Turns  our  sighing  into  song. 
Nevermore,  etc. 

Soon  we  pass  this  dreary  desert, 
Soon  we  bid  farewell  to  pain, 

Nevermore  be  sad  or  weary. 
Nevermore  to  sin  again. 
Nevermore,  etc. 


BEAUTIFUL  LAND  OF  REST. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  104.] 

Jerusalem,  for  ever  bright, — 

Beautiful  land  of  rest, 
No  winter  there,  nor  chill  of  night, — 

Beautiful  land  of  rest! 
The  dripping  cloud  is  chased  away, 
The  sun  breaks  forth  in  endless  day, — 
Jerusalem,  Jerusalem, 
The  beautiful  land  of  rest. 

Beautiful  land,  beautiful  land, 
Beautiful  land  of  rest. 

Beautiful  land,  beautiful  land, 
Beautiful  land  of  rest. 


Jerusalem,  for  ever  free, — 

Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
The  soul's  sweet  home  of  Liberty, — 

Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
The  gyves  of  sin,  the  chains  of  woe. 
The  ransomed  there  will  never  know, 
Jerusalem,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  83 

Jerusalem,  for  ever  dear, — 

Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
Thy  pearly  gates  almost  appear, — 

Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
And  when  we  tread  thy  lovely  shore, 
We'll  sing  the  song  we've  sung  before, — 
Jerusalem,  etc. 


WILL  YOU  GO? 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  100.] 

"We're  trav'ling  home  to  heav'n  above, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love, 

Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 
Millions  have  reached  that  blest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  millions  now  are  on  tlie  road, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

We're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
In  rapturous  strains  to  praise  his  name. 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear. 
The  conqueror's  palms  our  hands  shall  bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share; 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

Ye  weary,  heavy-laden,  come. 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
In  the  blest  house  there  still  is  room, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive. 
If  thou  wilt  on  him  now  believe. 
He'll  give  thy  troubles,  conscience  ease, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 


8#  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

"I  NOW  BELIEVE." 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  97.] 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Imraaniiel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

I  now  believe,  I  do  believe, 
That  Jesus  died  for  me  ; 
That  on  the  cross  he  shed  his  blood, 
From  sin  to  set  me  free. 

The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 

Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

I  now  believe,  I  do  believe,  etc. 

Thou  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 

Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

I  now  believe,  I  do  believe,  etc. 

E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 

And  shall  be.  till  I  die. 

I  now  believe,  I  do  believe,  etc. 

Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song. 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save ; 
"Wlien  this  poor,  lisping,  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

I  now  believe,  I  do  believe,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  85 

TAKE  THY  CHILDREN"  HOME. 

[From  the  New  Shining  Star,  page  20.] 

Why  do  we  linger? 

We  have  no  resting  place, 
Rocked  by  the  tempest 
On  the  ocean's  foam. 
Why  do  we  linger? 

We  are  but  strangers  here ; 
Father,  dear  Father, 

Take  thy  children  home. 

Dark  and  lone  our  path  below, 
By  care  and  sorrow  clouded; 
Dreary  winds  around  us  blow. 
While  onward  still  we  roam. 
Why  do  we  linger? 

We  are  but  strangers  here; 
Fatlier,  dear  Father, 
Take  thy  children  home. 

Why  do  we  linger  ? 

Why  cling  to  earthly  joys, 
Calling  the  pilgrim 

From  the  narrow  way? 
Trust  not  their  brightness. 

Fleet  as  the  early  beam, 
Chasing  the  shadow 

From  the  brow  of  day. 
Dark  and  lone,  etc. 

There,  on  thy  bosom, 

Sheltered  from  every  storm, 
Peace,  like  a  river, 

Shall  forever  glide : 
Laving  the  vine-tree. 

Cooling  the  sunny  vale, 
Bearing  the  faithful 

On  its  silver  tide. 
Dark  and  lone,  etc. 


86  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

.THE  GATHERING. 

[From  the  New  Shining  Star,  page  80.] 
We  gather,  we  gather,  dear  Jesus,  to  bring 
The  breathings  of  love,  'mid  the  blossoms  of  Spring ; 
Our  Maker!  Redeemer!  we  gratefully  raise ' 
Our  hearts  and  our  voices  in  hymning  thy  praise. 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah!  Hosanna  in  the  highest! 

Hallelujah !  Hallelujah  !  Hosanna  to  the  Lord ! 

"When  stooping  to  earth  from  the  brightness  of  heaven, 
Thy  blood  for  our  ransom  so  freely  .was  given; 
Thou  designest  to  listen  while  children  adored, 
With  joyful  hosannas — the  bless'd  of  the  Lord. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 

Those  arms  which  embraced  little  children  of  old, 
Still  love  to  encircle  the  lambs  of  the  fold, 
That  grace  which  inviteth  the  wandering  home, 
Hath  never  forbidden  the  youngest  to  come. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 

Hosanna !  hosanna !  Great  Teacher,  we  raise 
Our  hearts  and  our  voices  in  hymniug  thy  praise. 
For  precepts  and  promise  so  graciously  given, 
For  blessings  of  earth  and  the  glories  of  heaven. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 

"MARCHING  ON!" 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  96.] 
Marching  on !  marching  on  !  glad  as  birds  on  the  wing. 

Come  the  bright  ranks  of  soldiers  from  near  and  from  far ; 
Happy  hearts,  full  of  song,  'neath  our  banners  we  bring, 
We  are  soldiers  of  Zion  prepared  for  the  war. 
Marching  on  !  marching  on ! 
Marching  on!  marching  on  !  marching  on! 
Sound  the  battle  cry!   sound  the  battle  cry  I 
Marching  on !  marching  on  1  marching  on !  marching  on  I 
Shout  the  victory,  the  victory,  the  victory ! 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  87 

Pressing  on  I  pressing  on  !  to  the  din  of  the  fray, 
With  the  firm  tread  of  faith  to  the  battle  we  go ; 

'Mid  the  cheering  of  angels,  our  ranks  march  away, 
With  our  flags  pointing  ever  right  on  towards  the  foe. 
Marching  on,  etc. 

Fighting  on  !  fighting  on !  in  the  midst  of  the  strife, 
At  the  call  of  our  Captain,  we  draw  ev'ry  sword; 

We  are  batthng  for  God,  we  are  struggling  for  life, 
Let  us  strike  ev'ry  rebel  that  fights  'gainst  the  Lord. 
Marching  on,  etc. 

Singing  on !  singing  on  !  from  the  battle  we  come, 
Ev'ry  flag  bears  a  wreath,  ev'ry  soldier  renown ; 

Heav'jily  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  us  home. 
And  the  Saviour  will  give  us  a  robe  and  a  crown. 
Marching  on,  etc. 

ONE   PLACE   IS  VACANT. 

[From  the  Silver  Chime,  page  73.] 
One  place  is  vacant, 
One  face  is  gone. 
One  form  has  left  us. 
No  more  to  return. 
Mournful  and  sad  are  the  hearts  that  we  bring. 
Mournful  and  sad  is  the  song  that  we  sing. 

One  voice  is  silent, 

One  pulse  is  still. 
One  heart  no  more 

Kind  missions  fulfill. 

Mournful  and  sad,  etc. 

Dear  hands  are  weary. 

Dear  eyes  are  dim. 
Quick  ears  are  stopped, 

Ne'er  to  hear  us  again. 
Mournful  and  sad,  etc. 


88  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

SING,  O  YE  MOUNTAINS. 

[From  the  New  Shining  Star,  page  48.] 

Music,  sweet  music  from  angels  above, 

Tenderly  murmuring  low, 
Pardon  and  peace  from  our  Father  above, 

Wafted  to  mortals  below, 
Send  the  glad  tidings  o'er  land  and  o'er  sea, 

Joy  to  the  captive  proclaim, 
Hope  to  tlie  dying,  salvation  is  free, 
Hope  through  Immanuel's  name. 
Sing,  0  ye  niountains  with  gladness, 

Joy  to  the  captive  proclaim, 
Hope  to  the  dying,  salvation  is  free, 
Hope  through  Immanuel's  name. 

Wanderer,  return  to  the  portals  of  light. 

Mourner,  no  longer  repine, 
Come  to  the  fountain  that  sparkles  so  bright, 

Lave  in  its  waters  divine. 
Courage,  ye  fearful,  by  sorrow  oppressed, 

Soldiers,  be  valiant  and  brave. 
Mariner  see,  there's  a  heaven  of  rest, 

Yonder  it  smiles  on  the  wave. 
Sing,  0  ye,  etc. 

THE  POLAR  STAR. 

[From  the  New  Shining  Star,  page  96  ] 

Weary  wander  o'er  the  main, 

Seeking  for  thy  home  again. 
Through  the  ga'.h'ring  mists  that  rise, 

Veiling  thy  natal  skies ; 
Look  beyond,  there's  light  for  thee. 

Streaming  o'er  the  turbid  sea. 
Softly  its  smiles  tho'  distant  far. 

The  beautiful  polar  star. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  89 

Stranofer,  on  a  rocky  strand. 

Longing  for  thy  father-land. 
Through  the  gath'ring  clouds  that  rise, 

Veiling  thy  natal  skies, 
Look  beyond,  there's  hope  for  thee, 

Dawning  o'er  a  tranquil  sea, 
Softly  it  smiles  tho'  distant  far, 

The  beautiful  polar  star. 

Lonely  watcher,  pale  with  grief, 

Thou  shalt  find  a  sweet  relief, 
Tho'  thy  tears  unheeded  fall, 

Jesus  will  count  them  all; 
Look  beyond,  there's  joy  for  thee, 

Breaking  o'er  a  troubled  sea, 
Softly  it  smiles  tho'  distant  far, 

The  beautiful  polar  star. 


PEACE,  BE  STILL. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  73.] 
Once,  upon  the  heaving  ocean, 

Rode  a  bark  at  evening  tide. 
While  the  waves,  in  wild  commotion, 

Dashed  against  the  vessel's  side, 
Jesus,  sleeping  on  a  pillow. 

Heeded  not  the  raging  billow; 
"While  the  winds  were  all  abroad, 

Calmly  slept  the  Son  of  God. 

In  that  dark  and  stormy  hour, 

Fearful  ones  awaked  their  Lord, 
Jesus  by  his  sovereign  power. 

Calmed  the  tempest  with  a  word, 
On  life's  dark  and  restless  ocean, 

'Mid  the  billows  wild  commotion. 
Trembling  soul,  your  Lord  is  there ; 

He  will  make  you  still  his  care. 


90  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Jesus  knows  your  silent  weeping, 

Wlien  before  his  throne  you  bow ; 
Never,  never  is  he  sleeping, 

"Where  he  reigns  in  glory  now. 
If  the  world  is  dark  before  thee. 

If  the  billows  rolling  o'er  thee, 
All  thy  soul  with  terror  fill — 

Hear  him  saying,  "  Peace — be  still  I  " 


OUR  HAPPY  HOME  IN  HEAVEN. 

[From  the  New  Shining  Star,  page  58.] 

In  that  world  of  glory  bright, 
Where  the  Saviour  is  the  light, 
All  is  joy,  and  there's  no  night, 
Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  there. 

In  our  happy  home  in  heaven. 
Where  the  golden  harps  are  ringing, 
Angels  beautiful  are  singmg, 
And  all  is  love  and  praise. 

There  the  Saviour  we  shall  see, 
And  our  voices  then  will  be, 
Tun'd  to  heaven's  minstrelsy. 
And  sing  redeeming  love. 
In  our  happy  home,  etc. 

0,  how  sweet  to  think  of  heav'n, 
Happy  home  to  children  given : 
Here,  "by  sin  and  sorrow  driv'n," 
There  all  is  perfect  rest. 
In  our  happy  home,  etc. 

Father,  guide  our  steps  aright, 
May  it  be  our  great  delight 
To  live  holy  in  thy  sight, 
That  we  may  dwell  with  thee. 
In  our  happy  home,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  91 

SOFTLY  SHE  FADED. 

From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  60.] 
Softly  she  faded,  as  fades  the  twilight — 

Sweetly  she  murmured,  "  Dear  friends  adieu ! 
There  is  no  shadow,  all,  all  is  peaceful, 

Bright  o'er  the  river,  Heaven  is  in  view." 
So  'twas  she  faded,  as  fades  the  twilight, 

So  'twas  she  murmured,  "Dear  friends  adieu!" 

Gently  beside  her  sad  tears  were  falling. 

Softly  around  her  strong  arms  were  thrown, 
Fondly  she  whispered,  "  Weep  not  for  me, 

My  Saviour  is  here,  and  I'm  going  home." 
So  'twas  she  faded,  as  fades  the  twilight. 

So  'twas  she  murmured,  "I'm  going  home." 

Joys  of  the  future,  home  with  her  Saviour, 

When  all  is  peace  forevermore. 
Smiling  and  cheerful,  lisped  she  at  parting, 

"  Come  to  the  Saviour,  Jesus  says  come." 
So  'twas  she  faded,  as  fades  the  twilight, 

So  'twas  she  murmured,  "Jesus  says  come." 

WE  COME,  WE  COME  WITH  SINGIKG. 

[From  the  New  Shining  Star,  page  30.] 
We  come,  we  come  with  singing, 
Our  happy  voices  ringing, 
Glad  welcome  unto  all. 
We  love  to  meet  each  other. 
Each  little  friend  and  brother. 
We  love  to  meet  our  Saviour, 
The  dearest  friend  of  all. 
Jesus  is  here. 
Angels  are  near ; 

Sing,  sing,  praises  sing, 
Jesus  is  here, 
Angels  are  near; 

Sing,  sing,  praises  sing. 


92  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

We  come,  we  come  rejoicing, 
Our  happy  voices  ringing 

Glad  tidings  unto  all. 
"We  sing,  we  sing  the  story, 
The  sweet,  tlie  sweet  old  story, 
How  Jesus  came  from  glory, 

And  suffered  for  us  all. 
Jesus  is  here,  etc. 

Dear  Saviour,  grant  thy  blessing 
While  we,  our  wants  confessing 

Before  thee  humbly  fall. 
O,  bless  us  in  our  praising, 
0,  help  us  in  our  praying, 
And  let  us  hear  tliee  speaking 

Within  these  sacred  walls. 
Jesus  is  here,  etc. 

GOD  OVER  ALL. 

[From  tlie  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  55.] 
God  in  the  sunshine,  and  God  iu  the  storm, 
God  in  the  night  time,  and  God  iu  the  morn ; 
God  ever  near  us,  to  hear  when  we  call, 
God  'neath  the  star-gems,  and  God  over  all. 

God  in  the  wild  winds,  and  God  in  the  breeze, 
God  in  the  flowers,  and  God  in  the  trees ; 
God  ever  ready  to  watch  lest  we  fall, 
God  'neath  the  heavens,  and  God  over  all. 

God  in  the  peace  time,  God  in  the  war, 
God  in  the  battles  that  echo  afar, 

God  in  tlie  good,  and  the  bad,  if  tliey  call, 
God  so  forgiving,  though  God  over  all. 

God  in  the  lightning,  and  God  in  the  rain, 
God  in  tlie  tempest  again  and  again. 
God  in  each  sorrow  lie  sufifers  to  fall, 
God  of  the  earthworm,  and  God  over  all. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  93 

CHRISTMAS   HYMN. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  47.] 
Sliepherds  were  tending  their  pastures  by  night, 
Bright  o'er  the  plains  siione  a  heavenly  light ; 
Angels  sent  down  from  the  mansions  above 
Sang  the  glad  message,  the  message  of  love. 

Hosanna,  hosanna,  the  Saviour  has  come, 

Oh,  tell  the  glad  news,  bring  the  wanderers  home; 

Then,  shout  the  full  cliorus  o'er  island  and  main, 

Till  hill-top  and  valley  re-echo  again. 

Ages  have  rolled,  but  that  light  ne'er  grows  dim, 
Never  have  ceased  the  glad  tones  of  that  hymn ; 
"We  though  but  lowly,  would  joyfully  bring 
Offerings  and  praises  to  Jesus  our  King. 
Hosanna,  etc. 

"Welcome  the  morning,  now  dawning  so  near, 
Glory  and  joy  with  its  dawning  appear ; 
Jesus,  once  dead,  is  now  seated  on  high. 
Eeigning  in  triumph,  no  more  shall  he  die. 
Hosanna,  etc. 


THE  MORNING  LAND. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  74.J 
These  many  days  'mid  storm  and  rain, 

We've  striven  'gainst  the  tide, 
But  now  the  harbor  is  in  view, 

Where  we  may  safely  ride, 
With  anchor  weighed,  with  canvas  spread, 

A  weary,  toiling  band, 
"We  hail  the  breeze  that  speeds  us  to 
The  glorious  morning  land. 

The  morning  land,  bright  morning  land, 

0  glorious  morning  land  I 
"We  soon  shall  reach  thy  blissful  shore, 
0  glorious  morning  land. 


94  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

"We've  wildly  tossed  upon  the  deep, 

Our  hope  a  single  ray ; 
But  see  I  the  star  of  morning  beams, 

The  harbiuger  of  day, 
T^^'e  soon  shall  furl  our  tattered  sail, 

And  press  the  wished-for  land,  a 

Our  bark  will  moor  beside  thy  shore, 

0  glorious  morning  land. 
The  morning  land,  etc. 

A  heavenly  calm  shall  soothe  the  waves, 

And  bid  them  hush  to  sleep ; 
Eternal  sunbeams  evermore 

Shall  rest  upon  the  deep. 
Our  bark  no  more  by  tempest  tossed, 

Shall  bear  a  happy  band, 
Who  rest  forever  'mid  thy  groves, 

0  glorious  morning  land ! 
The  morning  land,  etc. 

Earth's  pilgrims  walk  thy  golden  streets, 

In  robes  of  shining  white ; 
Thy  city  gates  are  built  of  pearl, 

And  God  is  all  the  light. 
"We've  looked  from  far  upon  thy  shores, 

Our  friends  have  reached  the  strand ; 
We  soon  shall  join  thy  happy  throng, 

0  glorious  morning  land ! 
The  morning  land,  etc. 

SWEETLY  NOW,  AKD  SWEETLY  EVER. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  39.] 
Sweetly  now,  and  sweetly  ever, 

Childhood's  voices  mingle  clear. 
As  with  earnest,  true  endeavor. 

School  they  seek  with  songs  of  cheer ; 

Be  their  spirits 
Tuned  to  love  and  virtue  here. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  95 

Sweetly  now,  and  sweetly  ever, 

Pleasant  smiles  illume  each  brow ; 
"Who  would  wish  the  ties  to  sever, 

Which  make  glad  each  pupil  now; 
May  they  labor 

Kindness  ever  more  to  show. 

Sweetly  now,  and  sweetly  ever, 
Infant  greetings  charm  each  heart ; 

Be  their  youthful  spirits  never 

Crushed  neath  sorrow's  poisoned  dart ; 

May  they  never 
From  their  friends  and  playmates  part. 

Sweetly  now,  and  sweetly  ever. 

May  each  youthful  voice  ascend, 
Till  the  music  faihng  never. 

Shall  with  heavenly  echoes  blend  ; 
May  each  songster 

Future  years  in  pleasure  spend. 


WAITING  FOR  CHRISTMAS. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  46.] 

We  are  all  expecting  Christmas, 
World-wide  expectation  waits 
For  the  merry  Christmas  coming, 
Thro'  the  morning's  golden  gates. 
Merry,  merry  Christmas,  coming. 

The  day  so  full  of  cheer. 
With  joyful  songs  we'll  make  it 
The  happiest  of  the  year. 

Let  its  rosy  morning  shower, 

Christmas  gifts  and  Christmas  cheer, 

Let  its  sunlight  glow  upon  us, 

As  the  heaven  thro'  Christ  brought  near. 
Merry,  merry  Christmas,  etc. 


96  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

"Merry  Christmas,  merry  Christmas," 
Shout  the  children  long  ere  morn, 

Wakino:,  peeping,  from  tlie  window. 
Waiting  for  the  early  dawn. 
Merry,  merry  Christmas,  etc. 

"We  await  God's  endless  Christmas, 
Shines  it  from  his  throne  above. 

Thro'  the  vista  of  the  ages 

With  the  steadfast  light  of  love. 
Merry,  merry  Christmas,  etc. 

Sing  we  now  our  Christmas  carol, 
Happy  children,  ere  the  morn, 

Watching  through  life's  glimmering  starlight, 
Waiting  for  the  Christmas  dawn. 
Merry,  merry  Christmas,  etc. 

I'M  A  PILGRIM. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  209.] 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger, 

I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger, 

I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 
To  where  the  fountains  are  ever  flowing 

There  the  glory  is  ever  shining, 
Oh  my  longing  heart,  my  longing  heart  is  there ; 
Here  in  this  countrj',  so  dark  and  dreary, 
I  long  have  wandered,  forlorn  and  weary, 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger,  etc. 

There's  the  city  to  which  I  journey. 
My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  its  light. 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing. 
Nor  any  sin  there,  nor  anj''  dying, 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  97 


THE  HEAVEN  ABOVE: 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  222.] 

There's  a  bright,  unfading  crown 

In  the  heaven  above, 
Sparkling  hke  the  dews  of  morn, 

In  the  heaven  above. 
Thousands  of  children  there 
That  crown  of  glory  wear 
Now  safe  from  sin  and  care, 

In  the  heaven  above. 

There's  a  robe  of  righteousness 

In  the  heaven  above, 
Worn  by  every  heir  of  grace, 

In  the  heaven  above. 
Happy  and  undefiled, 
Many  a  ransomed  child 
Shines  like  the  starlight  mild, 

In  the  heaven  above. 

There's  a  tuneful  harp  of  gold 

In  the  heaven  above, 
Every  hand  a  harp  shall  hold, 

In  the  heaven  above. 
Thousands  of  children  sing 
Praise  to  their  Saviour  King ; 
Loud  sweep  the  tuneful  string 

In  the  heaven  above. 

Would  you  strike  that  golden  wire 

In  the  heaven  above. 
Wear  that  crown  and  that  attire 

In  the  heaven  above  ? 
Come  then  to  Jesus,  come, 
Come  in  your  youthful  bloom, 
Come  for  there  now  is  room 

In  the  heaven  above. 

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98  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 


HOMEWARD  BOUND. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  210.J 

Out  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride, 

"We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound  ; 
Tossed  on  the  waves  of  a  rough  restless  tide, 
"We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound ; 
Far  from  the  safe  quiet  harbor  we've  rode, 
Seeking  our  Father's  celestial  abode. 
Promise  of  which  on  us  each  he  bestowed, 
"We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound ; 

"Wildly  the  storm  aweeps  us  on  as  it  roars, 

"We're  homeward  bound, 
Look,  yonder  lie  the  bright  heavenly  shores, 

"We're  homeward  bound. 
Steady,  0  pilot,  stand  firm  at  the  wheel. 
Steady,  we  soon  shall  outweather  the  gale, 
Oh  how  we  fly  'neath  the  loud  creaking  sail, 

"We're  homewaTd  bound. 

We'll  tell  the  world  as  we  journey  along, 

"We're  homeward  bound ; 
Try  to  persuade  them  to  enter  our  throng, 

We're  homeward  bound. 
Come,  trembling  sinner,  forlorn  and  oppressed, 
Join  in  our  number,  Oh  come  and  be  blest, 
Journey  with  us  to  the  mansions  of  rest, 

We're  homeward  bound. 

Into  the  harbor  of  heaven  we  glide, 

We're  home  at  last. 
Softly  we  drift  on  ita  bright  silver  tide. 

We're  home  at  last. 
Glory  to  God,  all  our  dangers  are  o'er, 
We  stand  secure  on  the  glorified  shore  ; 
"Glory  to  God  I"  we  will  shout  evermore, 

We're  home  at  last. 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  hy:m:ns.  99 

BEAUTIFUL  RIVER. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  220.] 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river 

AYhere  bright  jingel  feet  have  trod, 
Willi  its  crystal  Liile  forever. 
Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God  ? 
Yes  we'll  gather  at  the  river,  '    ' 

The  beautiful,  tlie  beautiful  river, 
Gather  with  the  saints  at  the  river 
That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God. 

On  the  margin  of  the  river, 

Wasliing  up  its  silver  spray, 
"We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 

All  the  happy  golden  day. 
Yes  we'll  gather,  etc. 

Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river, 

Lay  we  every  burden  down, 
Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver. 

And  provide  a  robe  and  crown. 
Yea  we'll  gather,  etc. 

At  the  smiling  of  the  river. 

Mirror  of  the  Saviour's  face, 
Saints  whom  death  will  never  sever. 

Lift  their  songs  of  saving  grace. 
Yes  Ave'll  gather,  etc. 

Soon  we'll  reach  the  silver  river, 

Soon  our  pilgrimage  will  cease, 
Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver 

With  the  melody  of  peace. 
Yes  we'll  gather,  etc. 


100  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

THE  SABBATH. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  207.] 
How  sweet  is  tlie  Sabbath  to  me, 

The  day  when  the  Saviour  arose ; 
'Tis  heaven  his  beauties  to  see, 

And  in  his  soft  arms  to  repose. 
He  knows  I  am  weak  and  defiled, 

My  Ufe  is  but  empty  and  vain. 
But  if  he  will  make  me  his  child, 

I'll  never  forsake  him  again. 

This  day  he  invites  me  to  come, 

How  kindly  he  bids  me  draw  near, 
He  offers  me  heaven  for  home, 

And  wipes  off  the  penitent  tear ; 
He  offers  to  pardon  my  sin. 

And  keep  me  from  every  snare, 
To  sprinkle  and  cleanse  me  within, 

And  show  me  his  tenderest  care. 


THE  UPPER  FOLD. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  28.] 

In  the  pastures  green  of  the  blessed  isles, 

Whose  paths  are  shining  gold. 
Where  the  light  of  life  is  the  Shepherd's  smilep, 
Are  the  lambs  of  the  Upper  Fold, 
When  we  reach  that  land,  that  blessed  land, 

And  receive  our  crowns  of  gold, 
We  shall  dwell  in  peace  with  that  glorious  band. 
Who  are  safe  in  the  Upper  Fold. 

Where  the  lilies  blossom  in  fadeless  spring 

And  hearts  shall  ne'er  grow  old, 
Where  the  glad  new  song  is  the  song  they  sing, 

Are  the  lambs  of  the  Upper  Fold. 
When  we  reach  that  land,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  101 

There  are  tiny  mounds  where  the  hopes  of  earth 

Were  laid  beneath  the  mold, 
But  the  light  that  paled  at  the  stricken  hearth 

Is  the  joy  of  the  Upper  Fold. 
When  we  reach  that  land,  etc. 

Oh !  the  white  stone  beareth  a  new  name  there 

That  ne'er  on  earth  was  told, 
And  the  tender  Shepherd  doth  always  care 

For  the  lambs  of  the  Upper  Fold. 
When  we  reach  that  land,  etc. 


THE   SABBATH   MORN. 

[From  the  New  Shining  Star,  page  9.] 

The  Sabbath  morn,  the  Sabbath  morn, 

How  lovely  bright  and  clear. 
While  yonder  bell  its  welcome  call 

Is  sounding  in  our  ear. 
It  floats  along  the  fragrant  air, 

For  nature  smiles  to  day. 
Then  come,  dear  children,  one  and  all. 
To  Sabbath- school  away. 
With  hearts  and  voices  cheerily 

We  tune  our  choral  lay. 
To  Sabbath-school  a  merry,  merry  throng. 
We  haste,  we  haste  away. 

How  joyful  was  the  angels'  song 

That  told  the  Saviour's  birth. 
How  sweet  the  tender  words  he  spoke 

To  children  here  on  earth. 
Then  let  us  seek  by  humble  prayer 

To  win  his  pard'ning  love. 
And  when  our  day  of  life  is  o'er, 

We'll  dwell  with  him  above . 
With  hearts,  etc. 


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102  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

LIVE  IN  LOVE. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  45.] 

Heaven  awakes  tlie  gentle  strain, 

Live  in  love,  live  in  love, 
Earth  repents  the  sound  again, 

Live,  Oh,  live  in  love. 
"Where  the  tears  of  sorrow  flow, 
And  the  heart  is  tilled  with  woe, 
Here  in  accents  soft  and  low, 
Live,  Oil,  live  in  love. 

Angel  voices  chant  the  song. 

Live  in  love,  live  in  love. 
Here  below  the  notes  prolong, 

Live,  Oh,  live  in  love, 
When  tlie  heart  from  care  is  free. 
When  the  time  glides  merrily, 
That  swei?t  voice  still  calls  for  thee, 
Live,  Oh,  live  in  love. 

SPIRIT   VOICES. 

[From  the  New  Shining  Star,  page  8.] 
Listen  to  th.e  roses, 
Listen  to  the  rills, 
Listen  to  the  breezes, 

Whispering  o'er  the  hills ; 
They  have  each  a  burden 

For  the  willing  ear, 
Ever  to  the  list'ner 

Whispering,  "God  is  near." 
God  is  near  thee. 
Night  and  day, 
God  will  hear  thee. 

Therefore  pray, 

God  is  near  thee, 

Niglit  and  day, 

God  will  hear  thee> 

Tlierelbre  pray. 


BAJ5BATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  103 

Listen  to  the  rain  drops, 

Listen  to  the  dew, 
Listen  to  the  sunshine, 

Whispering  to  you ; 
These  are  spirit  voices, 

Speaking  to  the  heart, 
God  is  ever  near  thee, 

Wheresoe'er  thou  art. 
God  is  near,  etc. 

JESUS  IS  OUR  SHEPHERD. 

[From  the  New  Shining  Star,  page  36.] 
Jesus  is  our  Sliepherd, 

On  his  faithful  breast, 
Safe  from  every  danger, 

"We  his  flock  may  rest ; 
By  the  cooUng  streamlet. 

In  the  valley  fair. 
He  will  gently  lead  us, 

By  his  tender  care. 

Jesus  is  our  Shepherd, 

In  the  dewy  mead. 
And  the  verdant  meadow, 

He  his  flock  will  feed ; 
He  will  ne'er  desert  us, 

To  the  Tempter's  power, 
He  will  kindly  cheer  us. 

In  the  darkest  hour. 

Jesus  is  our  Shepherd, 

He  the  living  way. 
From  his  fold  of  mercy. 

May  we  never  stray; 
"When  our  hearts  are  wayward. 

When  our  steps  would  rove. 
Bind  us,  gentle  Shepherd, 

With  thy  chain  of  love. 


104:  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

I  HAVE  A  FATHER  IN   THE   PROMISED 

LAND. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  205.] 
I  have  a  father  ia  the  promised  land, 
I  have  a  father  ia  the  promised  land; 

My  father  calls  me,  I  must  go 
To  meet  him  in  the  promised  land. 

I'll  away,  I'll  away  to  the  promised  land, 
I'll  away,  I'll  away  to  the  promised  land 

My  father  calls  me,  I  must  go 
To  meet  him  in  the  promised  land. 

I  have  a  Saviour  in  the  promised  land, 
I  have  a  Saviour  in  the  promised  land, 

My  Saviour  calls  me,  I  must  go 
To  meet  him  in  the  promised  land. 
I'll  away,  etc. 

I  have  a  crown  in  the  promised  land, 
I  have  a  crown  in  the  promised  land  ; 

When  Jesus  calls  me,  I  must  go 
To  wear  it  in  the  promised  land. 
I'll  away,  etc. 

I  hope  to  meet  you  in  the  promised  land, 
At  Jesus'feet,  a  joyous  band, 
"We'll  praise  him  in  the  promised  land, 
We'll  away,  etc. 

JOYFULLY,  JOYFULLY. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  211.] 
Joyfully,  Joyfully,  onward  we  move 
Bound  to  the  land  of  Vjright  spirits  above, 
Jesus  our  Saviour  in  mercy  says  come, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  your  home. 
Soon  will  our  pilgrimage  end  here  below. 
Soon  to  the  presence  of  God  we  shall  go ; 
Then  if  to  Jesus  our  hearts  have  been  given, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  re.st  we  in  heaven. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  105 

Teachers  and  scholars  liave  passed  on  before, 
"Wailing  they  watch  us,  approaching  the  shore, 
Singing  to  cheer  us  while  passing  along, 
'•'  Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  your  home." 
Sounds  of  sweet  music  there  ravish  the  ear, 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  strains  we  shall  hear 
Filling  with  harmony  heaven's  high  dome. 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  Jesus  we  come. 

Death  with  his  arrow  may  soon  lay  us  low, 
Safe  in  our  Saviour,  we  fear  not  ihe  blow, 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  we  go  home. 
Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  conquered,  his  scepter  be  gone ; 
Over  the  plains  of  sweet  Canaan  we'll  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 

HEAVENLY  BLISS. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  56.] 
There  is  a  glorious  world  of  light. 

Above  the  stormy  sky ; 
"Where  saints  departed,  clothed  in  white, 
Adore  the  Lord  most  high. 

Singing  glory,  glory,  glory  hallelujah ! 
Singing  glory,  glory,  glory  hallelujah  ! 

And  there  in  all  the  sacred  songs 

Those  heavenly  voices  raise, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  infant  tongues 

Unite  in  perfect  praise. 
Singing  glory,  etc. 

Those  are  the  songs  that  we  shall  know, 

If  Jesus  we  obey; 
And  that  the  place  where  we  shall  go, 

If  found  in  wisdom's  ways. 
Singing  glory,  etc. 


106  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

EVENING  HYxMN. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  217.] 
The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear, 
Oh  may  we  all  remember  well 

The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 

Till  morning  light  appears. 

And  when  we  early  rise, 

And  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 

And  after  glory  run. 

And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove. 
Oh  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest. 

The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

SHALL  WE  MEET  BEYOND  THE  RIVER. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  189.] 
Shall  we  meet  beyond  tlie  river, 

Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll, 
"Where  in  all  the  bright  forever, 
Sorrow  ne'er  shall  press  the  soul  ? 
Shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet, 
Shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet. 

Shall  we  meet  boyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll? 

Shall  we  meet  in  that  blest  harbor 
When  our  stormy  vo3'age  is  o'er; 

Shall  we  meet  and  cast  the  anchor 
By  tlie  fair  celestial  shore  ? 
Shall  we  meet,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  107 

"Where  the  music  of  the  ransomed 

Rolls  in  harmony  around, 
And  creation  swells  the  chorus 

With  its  sweet,  melodious  sound. 
Shall  we  meet,  etc. 

Shall  we  meet  with  many  a  loved  one, 

Torn  on  earth  from  our  embrace  ? 
Shall  we  listen  to  their  voices, 

And  behold  them  face  to  face  ? 
Shall  we  meet,  etc. 

Shall  we  meet  with  Christ  our  Saviour 

"When  he  comes  to  claim  his  own  ? 
Shall  we  hear  him  bid  us  welcome, 

And  sit  down  upon  his  throne  ? 
Shall  we  meet,  etc. 

INVITATION. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  183.] 
From  tlie  cross  uplifted  high, 
"Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
"V^^hat  melodious  sounds  we  hear 
Bursting  on  the  ravished  ear ; 
Love's  redeeming  work  is  done  ; 
CJome  and  welcome  sinner,  come. 

Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne, 
"Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 
On  thy  pierced  body  laid. 
Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid  ; 
Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son,  etc. 

Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end, 
Lo,  I  come,  your  Saviour,  Friend, 
Safe  your  spirits  to  convey, 
To  the  realms  of  endless  day — 
Up  to  my  eternal  home,  etc. 


108  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 


THE  NAME  OF  JESUS. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  96.] 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear ; 
It  soothes  Ills  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 

And  drives  avray  his  fear. 

I  do  believe,  I  now  believe, 

That  Jesus  died  for  me ; 
And  through  his  blood,  his  precious  blood, 

I  shall  from  sin  be  free. 

It  makes  t]\e  v/ounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 
I  do  believe,  etc. 

By  him  ray  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 

And  I  am  owned  a  child. 
I  do  believe,  etc. 

Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 

But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 
I  do  believe,  etc. 

Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 

Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 
I  do  believe,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  109 

AUTUMN. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  190.] 

There's  a  land  of  peerless  beauty, 

And  of  glory  all  untold, 
"Where  no  shadow  ever  falleth, 

Where  no  sunny  face  grows  old ; 
Where  the  crystal  river  floweth 

With  the  tree  upon  its  banks. 
And  with  love  each  bosom  gloweth 

In  the  bright  celestial  ranks. 

Oh  to  reach  that  clime  of  gladness, 

Be  it  all  my  soul's  desire, 
Whether  joy  be  mine,  or  sadness. 

Upward  still  would  I  aspire. 
Brief  the  pang  my  heart  that  rendeth. 

Brief  the  joy  that  swells  it  here, 
But  the  rapture  never  endeth 
■_  Of  that  pure  aud  blessed  sphere. 

There  is  Jesus  my  Redeemer, 

With  the  many  crowns  he  wears, 
And  the  scars  of  earthly  wounding. 

Precious  tokens  which  he  bears  ; 
There  the  angels,  all  so  glorious, 

In  the  outer  circle  stand, 
While  the  souls  by  faith  victorious 

Are  a  nearer,  dearer  band. 

Then  while  months  and  years  are  takmg 

Like  a  dream  their  flight  away. 
If  they  bnng  me  but  the  breaking 

Of  the  one  eternal  day, 
I  will  not  regret  their  fleetness, 

Nor  hold  fast  to  things  below, 
I  will  only  ask  a  meetness 

For  the  bliss  to  which  I  go. 


110  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 


MISSIONARY  HYMN. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  125.] 

From  Greenland's  icy  moaiitains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

"What  tho'  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  Isle, 
Tho'  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown, 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

Shall  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  I  Oh,  salvation  I 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  Ill 

THE  GOLDEN  RULE. 

fFrom  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  34.] 
The  frolden  rule,  the  goldeu  rule, 

0  that's  the  law  for  me  1 
"Were  this  the  law  for  all  the  world, 
How  happy  we  should  bo. 

The  golden  rule,  the  golden  rule, 

0  that's  the  law  for  me  ! 
To  do  to  others  as  I  would 
That  the  J  should  do  to  me 

"We  love  our  fathers — mothers  too, 

"Whose  love  our  life  attends , 
"We  love  our  brothers,  sisters  too, 

Our  teachers  and  our  friends. 
The  golden  rule.  etc. 

The  golden  rule !  then  would  no  war 

Be  known  in  any  land, 
If  each  one  sought  the  other's  good, 

And  loved  the  Lord's  command. 
The  golden  rule,  etc. 

"Were  this  the  rule,  in  harmony, 

Our  lives  would  pass  away, 
And  none  would  suffer,  none  be  poor. 

And  none  their  trust  betray. 
The  golden  rule,  etc. 

ROCK  OF  AGES. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  183.] 
Rock  of  ages  cleft  for  me. 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood. 
From  thy  wounded  side  that  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Cleanse  me  from  ita  guilt  and  power. 


112  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Not  the  labor  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfill  the  law's  demands; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save  and  thou  ?Jone. 

Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  thee  for  dress, 
Helpless,  look  to  thee  for  grace, 
Vile,  I  to  the  fountain  fly ; 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die. 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath. 
When  mine  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment  throne, 
Rock  of  ages  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


PILGRIM  BAND. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  116.] 
Come,  little  soldiers,  join  in  our  band, 
March  for  the  kingdom,  our  promised  land, 
Fearless  of  danger,  onward  we  roam, 
Jesus  our  leader  is,  soon  we  '11  be  home. 
We're  a  little  pilgrim  band, 
Guided  by  a  Saviour's  hand, 
Soon  we'll  reach  our  fatherland. 
No  more  to  roam. 

Hark  to  the  voices,  bidding  us  come  I 
Angels  rejoicing,  welcome  us  home ; 
No  more  shall  sadness  or  sorrow  oppress, 
Come,  little  pilgrim  band,  there  we  shall  rest. 
We're  a  little  pilgrim  band,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  113 

Soon  we  shall  never  know  sorrow  more, 
But,  blest  forever.  God's  love  shall  share; 
Soon  we  shall  see  him  in  his  blest  home, 
Ever  still  praising  him,  ages  to  come. 

We're  a  little  pilgrim  band,  etc. 


HEAVEN  IS  MY  HOME. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  184.] 

I'm  but  a  stranger  here, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
Round  me  on  every  hand, 
Heaven  is  my  fatherland. 

Heaven  is  my  home. 


What  though  the  tempest  rage, 

Heaven  is  my  home ; 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
Time's  cold  and  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast, 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last. 

Heaven  is  my  home. 


There  at  my  Saviour's  side, 

Heaven  is  ray  home; 
I  shall  be  gloritied, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  I  love  most  and  best, 
There  too  I  soon  shall  rest, 

tieaven  is  my  home. 
8 


114  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

LATTER  DAT. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  129.] 
Glorious  tliinora  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion.  city  of  our  God ; 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Form'd  tliee  for  his  own  abode ; 
On  the  rock  of  ages  founded, 

"What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
"With  salvation's  walls  surrounded. 

Thou  mayest  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

See  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
"Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters. 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 
"Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage? 
Grace  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

Round  each  habitation  hovering. 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear, 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near. 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 

Light  by  night  and  shade  by  day. 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

"Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

A  BEAUTIFUL  HOME. 

[From  the  Happy  "Voices,  page  149.] 
There's  a  beautiful  home  for  thee,  brother, 

A  home,  a  home,  for  thee ; 
In  that  land  of  bliss,  where  pleasure  is. 
There,  brother's  a  home  for  thee, 
A  beautiful  home  for  thee,  brother, 

A  beautiful  home  for  thee, ; 
In  that  land  of  bliss  where  pleasure  is, 
There,  brother's  a  home  for  thee. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  115 

There's  a  beautiful  rest  for  thee,  brother, 

A  rest,  a  rest  for  thee  ; 
In  those  mansions  above  where  all  is  love, 

There,  brother's  a  rest  for  thee.  • 

A  beautiful  rest  for  thee,  etc. 

There's  a  beautiful  crown  for  thee,  brother, 

A  crown,  a  crown  for  thee, 
When  the  battle  is  done,  and  the  victory  won, 

Our  Saviour  will  give  it  to  thee. 
A  beautiful  crown  for  thee,  etc. 

There's  a  beautiful  robe  for  thee,  brother, 

A  robe,  a  robe  for  thee  ; 
A  robe  of  white,  so  pure  and  bright, 

A  glorious  robe  for  thee. 

A  beautiful  robe  for  thee,  etc. 

Wilt  seek  that  beautiful  home,  brother. 

That  home,  that  home  above  ; 
In  that  land  of  light,  where  all  is  bright, 

That  land  where  all  is  love? 
A  beautiful  home  for  thee,  etc. 


THE  ANGEL'S  SONG. 

[Froin  the  Golden  Chain,  page  114.] 

There's  a  song  the  angels  sing. 
And  its  notes  with  rapture  ring. 
Round  the  throne  whose  radiance  fills  the  heavens  above, 
Shepherds  heard  the  distant  strain, 
Watching  on  Judea's  plain, 
"  Glory  be  to  God,  glory  be  to  God,  glory  be  to  God,  to  men 
be  peace  and  love." 
Thro'  the  earth  and  thro'  the  sky, 
Let  the  anthem  ever  fly, 
"  Glory  be  to  God  again, 
Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men." 


116  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

.     'Tis  a  song  for  children  too ; 
To  the  Saviour  'tis  their  due; 
Let  its  grateful  notes  ascend  to  him  again; 
•  Join  with  angels  in  their  song, 

And  the  heavenly  strain  prolong, 
"Glory  be  to  God,  good  will  and  peace  to  men." 
Through  the  earth,  etc. 

Soon  around  that  throne  may  we 
With  those  happy  angels  be. 

Striking  harps  to  strains  that  nevermore  shall  cease; 
Mingling  love  with  loftiest  praise, 
Still  the  chorus  there  we'll  raise, 

"  Glory  oe  to  God,  to  men  good  will  and  peace." 
Through  the  earth,  etc. 

MARCHING  ALONG. 

[Frona  the  Golden  Chain,  page  112.] 
The  children  are  gath'ring  from  near  and  from  far, 
The  trumpet  is  sounding  the  call  for  the  war, 
The  conflict  is  raging,  't  will  be  fearful  and  long, 
We'll  gird  on  our  armor,  and  bo  marching  along. 
Marching  along,  we  are  marching  along. 
Gird  on  the  armor,  and  be  marching  along, 
The  conflict  is  raging,  't  will  be  fearful  and  long, 
Then  gird  on  the  armor,  and  be  marching  along. 

The  foe  is  before  us,  in  battle  array, 

But  let  us  not  waver,  nor  turn  from  the  way. 

The  Lord  is  our  strength,  be  this  ever  our  song, 

j         With  courage  and  faith  we  are  marching  along. 

■  Marching  along,  etc. 

We  've  listed  for  life,  and  will  camp  on  the  field, 
With  Christ  as  our  Captain,  we  never  will  yield; 
The  '^  sword  of  the  Spirit,"  both  trusty  and  strong, 
We'll  hold  in  our  hands  as  we're  marching  along. 
Marching  along,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMITS.  117 

Through  conflicts  and  trials  our  crowns  we  must  win, 
For  here  we  contend  'gainst  temptation  and  sin  ; 
But  one  thing  assures  us,  we  cannot  go  wrong, 
If  triistiug  our  Saviour,  while  marching  along. 
Marchbig  along,  etc. 

A  FRIEND  THAT'S  EVER  NEAR. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  106.] 
Though  tlio  days  are  dark  with  trouble, 

And  thy  heart  is  filled  with  fear, 
There  is  one  that  sees  thee  ever, 

And  will  hold  thee  near  and  dear. 
Cheerful  hearts  and  smiling  faces 

Often  make  thee  happy  here, 
Yet  no  one  was  e'er  so  happy 
But  sometimes  the  clouds  appear. 

There's  a  friend  that's  ever  near,  never  fear, 
He  is  ever  near,  never,  never  fear. 

All  thy  prospects  will  seem  brighter 

When  the  shadow  leaves  the  heart, 
And  the  steps  of  time  beat  lighter, 

When  the  gloomy  clouds  depart. 
Many  days  have  dawned  serenely, 

While  the  birds  sang  with  delight, 
But  the  skies  were  dark  and  gloomy 

Ere  the  sun  had  reached  its  height. 
There's  a  friend,  etc. 

Soon  will  dawn  a  brighter  morning, 

On  a  blessed,  tranquil  shore ; 
Sighs  will  then  give  place  to  singing, 

Tears  to  bliss  forevermore. 
Thou  shalt  see  a  world  of  glory, 

And  eternal  joy  and  bliss  ; 
Let  not  then  thy  soul  be  moaning 

O'er  tlje  woes  and  cares  of  this. 
There's  a  friend,  etc. 


118  SABBATH    SCIIOOI.    HYMNS. 

MORNING  LIGPIT. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  12-3.} 
The  morning  light  is  breaking, 

The  darkness  disappears, 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears ; 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  oceac 

Brings  tidings  from  afar, 
Of  nations  in  commotion. 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  wo  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above ; 
"While  sinners  now  confessing 

The  Gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

Blest  river  of  salvation 

Pursue  thy  onward  way, 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  ; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly, 

Triumphant  reach  their  home; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,  "The  Lord  has  come." 


LET  THEM  COME  UNTO  ME. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  20.] 
The  merciful  Saviour,  so  loving  and  meek, 

Was  heard  as  men  crowded  his  wonders  to  see, 
And  children  were  kept  from  his  presence  to  speak, 
And  say,  "Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 
Come  unto  me,  come  unto  me, 
Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  119 

That  voice  from  the  Avorld  has  its  music  withdrawn, 
Ita  heavenly  light,  that  compassionate  eye. 

But  still  in  the  Sabbath  school  smileth  he  on, 
And  here  in  his  accents  3'et  lingers  the  cry  : 
''  Come  unto  me,"  etc. 

If  idleness  come  with  this  troublesome  throng, 

If  vanity  scatter  her  snares  in  the  way, 
To  keep  us  from  Jesus  in  lesson  or  song, 

We  hear  him  above  their  forbidding  still  say : 

"Come  unto  me,"  etc. 

COME  AND  BE  HAPPY. 

fFrom  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  15.] 
Come  and  be  happy,  in  life's  early  spring, 
Virtue  true  bliss  shall  bring. 
Nothing  so  lovely  in  age  or  in  youth, 
Joy  dwells  alone  with  truth. 

Vice  is  thy  bane ; 

Wisdom  shall  reign, 

All  her  ways  pleasantness, 

And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

Come  and  be  happy,  in  life's  sunny  morn. 
Goodness  thy  youth  adorn. 
Seek  for  it  early,  and  so  shalt  thou  find 
Bliss  in  thy  heart  enshrined. 

Pleasures  of  sin 

Only  begin 

Ere  their  joys  turn  to  pain, 

And  ne'er  return  again. 

Come  and  be  happy,  and  lay  up  in  store 
Pleasures  forevermore. 
Seek  thy  enjoyment  in  pleasing  the  Lord, 
Strive  for  his  great  reward. 

Ere  thou  shalt  own 

Joys  all  have  flown, 

Bid  thy  heart  meekly  bow, 

God  cries,  "  Remembej  now." 


120  SAJ3BATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

HOW  SWEET  'TIS  TO  MEET. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  9.] 
How  sweet  'tis  to  meet  with  companions  so  dear, 
And  pray  to  our  Saviour  who  always  is  near; 
To  pray  that  in  mercy  there  yet  may  bo  room, 
In  tliose  blessed  realms,  our  eternal  sweet  home. 

Home  I  home  !  that  blessed  home  ; 

0  take  us  in  mercy  to  that  blessed  home. 

Sweet  bonds  of  this  school,  that  unite  us  in  peace, 
And  thrice  blessed  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot  cease  ; 
Tho'  ofL  from  thy  presence  we're  tempted  to  roam, 
"We  long  to  behold  thee  iu  glory  at  home. 
Home,  home,  that  blessed  home,  etc. 

Then,  Saviour,  dear  Saviour,  0  help  us  to  pray. 
And  keep  us,  oh!  keep  us  from  sin's  dreary  way; 
Oh  guide  us,  in  mercy,  and  aid  us  to  come. 
And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 
Home,  home,  that  blessed  home,  etc. 

HERE   AND   YONDER. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  8.] 
Here,  we  are  but  straying  pilgrims, 

Here,  our  path  is  often  dim. 
But  to  cheer  us  on  our  journey, 
Still  we  sing  this  wayside  hymn: 
Yonder  over  tlie  rolling  river. 

Where  the  shining  mansions  rise, 
Soon  will  be  our  home  forever, 
And  the  smile  of  the  blessed  giver 
Gladden  all  our  longing  eyes. 

Here,  our  feet  are  often  weary, 
On  the  hills  that  throng  our  way, 
Here  tho  tempest  darkly  gathers. 
But  our  hearts  within  us  say  : 
Yonder  over  the  rolling  river,  etc. 


8ABBA.TH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  121 

Here,  our  souls  are  often  fearful, 

Of  the  pilgrim's  lurking  foe; 
But  tlie  Lord  is  our  Defender, 

And  lie  tells  us  we  may  know ; 
Yonder  over  the  rolling  river,  etc. 

Here,  our  shadowed  homes  are  transient, 
And  we  meet  the  stranger's  frown. 

So  we'll  sing  with  joy  while  going, 
E'en  to  death's  dark  billow  down: 
Yonder  over  the  rolling  river,  etc. 

HARWELL. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  122.] 
Hark  I  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 

Sound  the  notes  of  praise  above; 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices, 

Jesus  reigns  the  God  of  love. 
See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne, 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 
Hallelujah  1  Hallelujah!    ■ 
Hallelujah  I  Amen. 

Jesus  hail !  whose  glory  brightens  , 

All  above  and  gives  it  worth ; 
Lord  of  life,  thy  smile  enlightens. 

Cheers  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth; 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine. 
Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 

King  of  glory,  reign  for  ever — 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown ; 
Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  own ; 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace. 
Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 


122  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Saviour,  hasten  thine  appearing; 

Bring,  oh  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When,  the  awful  summons  liearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  sliall  pass  away; 
Then  with  golden  harps  we'll  sing 
"  Glory,  glory  to  our  King." 
Hallelujah,  etc. 

FLEE   TO   YOUR   MOUNTAIN. 

Flee  as  a  bird  to  your  mountain, 
Thou  who  art  weary  of  sin  ; 

Go  to  the  clear  flowing  fountain, 

Where  you  may  wash  and  be  clean  ; 

Fly  for  the  avenger  is  near  thee; 
Call,  and  the  Saviour  will  hear  thee ; 

He  on  his  bosom  will  bear  thee, 
O  thou,  who  art  weary  of  sin, 
0  thou,  who  art  weary  of  sin. 

He  will  protect  thee  forever, 
Wipe  ever}'  sad  falling  tear. 

He  will  forsake  thee,  0  never. 
Cherished  so  tenderly  there ; 

Haste,  then,  the  hours  now  are  flying. 
Spend  not  the  moments  in  sighing ; 

Cease  from  your  sorrow  and  crying, 
The  Saviour  will  wipe  ev'ry  tear, 
The  Saviour  will  wipe  ev'ry  tear. 

Come,  then,  to  Jesus  tliy  Saviour, 
He  will  redeem  thee  from  sin ; 

Bless  with  a  sense  of  his  favor. 
Make  thee  all  glorious  within; 

Call,  for  the  Saviour  is  near  thee, 
Waiting  in  mercy  to  hear  thee. 

And  by  his  presence  to  cheer  thee, 
0  thou,  who  art  weary  of  sin, 
0  thou,  who  art  weary  of  sin. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  123 

STAND  UP  FOR  JESUS. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  105.] 

Stand  up! — stand  up  for  Jesus! 

Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross ; 
Lift  high  his  royal  banner, 

It  must  not  suffer  loss  ; 
From  victory  unto  victory 

His  army  shall  be  led, 
Till  every  foe  is  vanquished. 

And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 

Stand  up! — stand  up  for  Jesus! 

The  trumpet  call  obey; 
Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict 

In  this  his  glorious  day ; 
"Ye  are  the  men  now  serve  him," 

Against  unnumbered  foes ; 
Your  courage  rise  with  danger. 

And  strength  to  strength  oppose. 

Stand  up ! — stand  up  for  Jesus  1 

Stand  in  his  strength  alone; 
The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you — 

Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own  ; 
Put  on  the  Gospel  armor. 

And,  watching  unto  prayer, 
Where  duty  calls  or  danger 

Be  never  wanting  there. 

Stand  up ! — stand  up  for  Jesus  I 

The  strife  will  not  be  long; 
This  day  the  noise  of  battle, 

The  next  the  victor's  song; 
To  him  that  overcometh, 

A  crown  of  life  shall  be; 
He  with  the  King  of  glory 

Shall  reign  eternally. 


124  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 


WATCHMAN,  TELL   ME. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  123.] 

Watchman,  tell  me,  does  the  morning 

Of  fair  Zion's  glory  dawn  ? 
Have  the  signs  that  mark  its  coming 

Yet  upon  thy  pathway  shone? 
Pilgrim,  yes,  arise,  look  round  thee; 

Light  is  breaking  in  the  skies ; 
Gird  thy  bridal  robes  around  thee, 

Morning  dawns,  arise,  arise  ! 

Watchman,  see,  the  light  is  beaming, 

Brighter  still  upon  tlie  way ; 
Signs  through  all  the  eartli  are  gleaming, 

Omens  of  the  coming  day 
When  the  Jubal  trumpet  sounding, 

Shall  awake  from  earth  and  sea, 
And  the  saints  of  God  now  sleeping, 

Clad  in  immortality. 

Watchman,  hail,  the  light  ascending, 

Of  the  grand  Sabbatic  year ; 
All  with  voices  loud  proclaiming 

That  the  kingdom's  very  near; 
Pilgrim,  yes,  I  see  just  yonder, 

Canaan's  glorious  heights  arise, 
Salem  too  appears  in  grandeur. 

Towering  'neath  its  sun-lit  skies. 

Watchman,  in  the  golden  city. 

Seated  on  His  jasper  throne, 
Zion's  king  enthroned  in  beauty, 

Reigns  in  peace  from  zone  to  zone ; 
There  on  sun-lit  hills  and  mountains, 

Golden  beams  serene]}'  glow; 
Purling  streams  and  crystal  fountains, 

0^  whose  banks  sweet  flow'rets  blow. 


BABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  125 

"Watchman,  see,  the  land  is  nearing, 

With  its  vernal  fruits  and  flowers, 
Ou  just  yonder,  0  how  cheering 

Bloom  forever  Eden's  bowers  I 
Hark !  the  choral  strains  are  ringing, 

Wafted  on  the  balmy  air, 
See  the  millions,  hear  tliem  singing, 

Soon,  the  pilgrim  will  be  there. 


SABBATH  MORNING  HYMN. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  105.J 

The  rosy  light  is  dawning 
Upon  tiie  mountain's  brow, 

It  is  the  Sabbath  morning, 
Arise  and  pay  thy  vow. 

Lift  up  thy  voice  to  heaven 
In  sacred  praise  and  prayer, 

While  unto  thee  is  given 

,    The  light  of  life  to  share. 

The  landscape  lately  shrouded 

By  evening's  paler  ray, 
Smiles  beauteous  and  unclouded 

Before  the  eye  of  day. 
So  let  our  souls  benighted 

Too  long  in  folly's  shade. 
Lord,  by  thy  smile  be  lighted 

To  joys  that  never  fade. 

0  Bee  those  waters  streaming 

In  crystal  purity, 
While  earth  with  verdure  teeming, 

Gives  rapture  to  the  eye. 
Let  rivers  of  salvation 

In  larger  currents  flow, 
Till  every  tribe  and  nation 

Their  healing  virtues  know. 


126  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HlTMNS. 

GLORY  TO  GOD  IN  THE  HIGHEST. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  116.] 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 

Glory  to  God,  Glory  to  God, 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 

Shall  be  our  song  to-day ; 
Another  year's  rich  mercies  prove 
His  ceaseless  care  and  boundless  love ; 
So  let  our  loudest  voices  raise, 
Our  Anniversary  song  of  praise. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest  1 

Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high ! 
God  on  hgh  1 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 

Shall  be  our  song  to-day ; 
The  song  that  woke  the  glorious  morn 
When  David's  greater  son  was  born, 
Sung  by  an  heavenly  host,  and  w© 
Would  join  the  angelic  company. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest,  etc. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 

Shall  be  our  song  to-day, 
And  while  we  with  the  angels  sing ; 
Gifts  with  the  wise  men  let  us  bring 
Unto  the  Babe  of  Bethlehem, 
And  offer  our  young  hearts  to  him. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest,  etc. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  liighest  I 

Shall  be  our  song  to-day. 
0,  may  we,  an  unbroken  band, 
Around  the  throne  of  Jeans  stand, 
-   And  there  with  angels  and  tlie  throng 
Of  his  redeemed  ones,  join  the  song. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest,  etc. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL   HYMNS.  127 

LITTLE  PILGRIMS. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  108.] 
Little  pilgrim,  stay  and  tell  us, 
Whither,  whither  do  ye  go? 
Treading  lightly,  daily,  nightly, 

Murmuring  music  soft  and  low. 
Treading  lightly,  daily,  nightly, 
Murmuring  music,  on  we  go ; 
Traveling  to  our  home  in  heaven, 
Blessed  home  by  Jesus  given. 
Daily,  nightly,  treading  lightly, 

Glad  and  happy  on  we  go; 
Treading  lightly,  daily,  nightly, 
Murmuring  music  soft  and  low. 

Little  pilgrims,  stay  and  tell  us. 

Of  the  home  to  which  you  go  ; 
Grief  and  sighing,  pain  and  dying, 
There  as  here  do  children  know  ? 
Grief  and  sighing,  pain  and  dying. 

Little  children  never  know, 
In  that  happy  home  in  heaven, 
Blessed  home  by  Jesus  given. 

Grief  and  sighing,  pain  and  dying, 

No  one  there  shall  ever  know ; 
In  that  happy  home  in  heaven. 
Blessed  home  by  Jesus  given. 

Little  pilgrims,  stay  and  tell  us, 
May  we  go  along  with  you  ? 
Earth  is  dreary,  we  are  weary, 

We  would  find  that  heaven  too, 
Earth  is  dreary,  come  ye  weary. 
There  is  room  enough  for  you  ; 
In  that  happy  home  in  heaven. 
Blessed  home  by  Jesus  given. 
Earth  is  dreary,  come  ye  weary, 

Share  our  joys  forever  new ; 
In  that  happy  home  in  heaven. 
Blessed  home  by  Jesus  given. 


128  SABBATH    SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

OPENING    HYMN. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  114.] 

"We  meet  again  in  gladness, 

And  thankful  voices  raise; 
To  God  our  heavenly  Father, 

We'll  tune  our  grateful  praise. 
'Tis  his  kind  hand  hath  kept  us 

Thro'  every  changing  year  ; 
His  love  it  is  that  brings  us 

With  songs,  to  worship  here, 

We'll  thank  him  for  the  Sabbath,      " 

This  day  of  holy  rest ; 
And  for  the  blessed  Bible, 

The  book  that  we  love  iDCst ; 
For  Sabbath  schools  and  teachers, 

To  us  so  kindly  given, 
To  guide  us  in  the  pathway 

That  leads  to  joys  in  heaven. 

We'll  thank  him  for  our  country, 

The  land  our  fathers  trod  ; 
For  liberty  of  conscience^ 

And  right  to  worship  God. 
We  pray  for  our  loved  country, 

That  civil  war  may  cease ; 
And  liberty  and  union 

Prevail,  and  still  increase. 

Soon  may  thy  gracious  sceptrC; 

Extend  to  every  land, 
And  all,  as  willing  subjects, 

Submit  to  thy  command  ; 
Send  forth  the  glorious  tidings, 

And  hasten  on  the  day 
When  every  isle  and  nation, 

Shall  own  Messiah's  sway. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYZ'JNS.  129 

WE'EE  GOIXG  HOME. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  23.] 
We're  going  to  a  happy  home ; 

"We're  going  home,  we're  going  home, 
And  see  our  Saviour  face  to  face  ; 

We're  going  home,  we're  going  home. 
To  join  with  those  before  us  gone. 

We're  going  home,  we're  going  home. 
To  clasp  again  in  fond  embrace 
The  loved  ones  of  that  happy  place, 

We're  going  home,  we're  going  home. 

Oh,  peaceful  is  that  blessed  shore — 

We're  going  home,  we're  going  home, 
And  pain  and  death  forever  cease, 

We're  going  home,  we're  going  home. 
Where  ills  of  life  afflict  no  more  ; 

We're  going  home,  we're  going  home. 
The  sorrowing  pilgrim  finds  release. 
The  weary  rest  in  perfect  peace, 

W^'re  going  home,  we're  going  home. 

We're  going !     0  what  joys  arise  ! 
We're  going  home,  we're  going  home. 
'  We'ir gladly  shout  when  death  is  nigh, 
,       We're  going  home,  we're  going,  home.  .  • : 
Hopes  of  that  blissful  paradise ; 

We're  going  home,  we're  going  home. 
Then  let  our  fbeble  bodies  die, 
We  have  a  mansion  in  the  sky; 

We're  going  home,  we're  going  home. 

COME,  BROTHERS,  ONWARD. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  21.] 
Come,  brothers,  otiward. 

Come,  come,  without  delaj, 
Jesus,  the  Saviour  cries, 

"1  am  the  wav." 
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130  SABBATH    SCHOOL    IIYMN9. 

Come,  join  the  happy  throng, 
"We're  hast'tiinp:  on  to  heaven, 
Where  endless  praise  is  given, 

In  one  glad  song. 

Come,  venture  boldly, 

Bid  worldly  thoughts  adieu, 
Trust  his  Almighty  grace, 

Faithful  and  true. 
No  more  in  darkness  roam. 

But  Jesus'  aid  implore ; 

He  calls  from  j'onder  sliore, 
"  Children,  come  home." 

Soon  will  be  ended 

Our  warfare  here  begun  ; 

Fight  till  the  prize  is  gained, 
The  victory  won. 

Then  with  the  happy  blest, 
In  yonder  heavenly  home, 
"Where  all  the  loved  ones  come. 

Safely  we'll  rest. 


THERE'S  JOY  IN  JESUS'  LOVE. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trunapet,  page  27.] 

"We  come  this  day  to  praise 
Our  Saviour  and  our  God, 
To  him  our  songs  we  raise, 

"Who  bought  us  with  Iiis  blood. 
From  sin's  dark  waste  of  tears, 
"We  raise  our  thoughts  above, 
And  sing  despite  our  fears, 
There's  joy  in  Jesus'  love. 
There's  joy  in  Jesus'  love, 
To  all  who  faithful  live. 
There's  joy  in  Jesus'  lovo, 
That  nothing  else  can  give. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL    HYMNS.  131 

Our  hope  is  fixed  alone 

On  him  whom  we  adore ; 
For  blessings  all  his  owu, 

"We'll  praise  him  evermore. 
His  care  that  bids  us  live, 

His  grace  that  points  above, 
His  word  whose  pages  give, 

The  joy  of  Jesus'  love. 

There's  joy  in  Jesus'  love,  etc. 

With  ever  tender  care 

Our  little  ones  are  led, 
The  joys  of  heaven  to  share 

With  Christ  their  living  head. 
We  thank  our  heavenly  King, 

That  mercy  from  above, 
Has  taught  our  lambs  to  sing, 

There's  jo}'  in  Jesus'  love. 

There's  joy  in  Jesus'  love,  etc. 


THE  ITNIOX  BAND. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  34.] 

0  we're  a  band  of  brethren  dear, 

Who  will  join  this  happy  band? 
Who  live  as  pilgrim  strangers  here. 
Who  will  join  this  happy  baud  ? 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
We  will  join  this  happy  band, 

Singing  Hallelujah,  hallelujah. 
We  will  join  this  happy  band. 

The  prophets  and  apostles  too, 

Once  belonged  to  this  happy  band, 

And  all  God's  children  here  below. 
All  have  joined  this  happy  band. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 


182  s\r>BATii  sciioor-  hymns. 

Lot  no  eoatontion  o'er  divido, 
Members  of  this  luippy  baud 

Bvit  tirm  united  side  by  side. 
Thro'  this  hte  together  stand 
Ilallehijah,  etc. 

And  when  death  comes,  as  come  it  mnst. 
To  divide  this  happy  band. 

The  Unks  will  not  return  to  dust. 
They  will  slune  at  God's  right  hand. 
Hallelujah,  ete. 

NO  SOKUOW  TIIEUK 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  217.] 
Oh  sing  to  me  of  heaven 

TVhen  I  am  called  to  die ; 
Sing  songs  of  holy  eostacy 
To  waft  ray  soul  on  high. 
There'll  be  no  sorrow  th.ore, 
There'll  be  no  sorrow  there ; 

In  heaven  above  where  all  is  love. 
There'll  be  no  sorrow  ihei-e. 

When  cold  and  sluggish  drops 

Roll  oft"  my  marble  brow. 
Break  forth  in  songs  of  joy  fulness, 

Let  lieaven  Ivgiu  below. 

There'll  be  no  sorrow  there,  etc. 

Then  to  my  raptured  ear 

Let  one  sweet  song  be  given, 

I/Ot  music  charm  me  last  on  earth, 
Ar.d  greet  me  tirst  in  heaven. 
There'll  be  no  sorrow  there,  etc. 

"^len  round  my  senseless  clay 

Assemble  tliose  I  love. 
Then  sing  of  heaven,  delightful  heaven, 

My  glorious  home  above. 

There'll  be  no  sorrow  there,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYilNS.  133 

THE   HOME  OF  THE  ANGELS. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  40.] 

There's  a  rest  in  the  home  of  the  angels, 

That  horae  by  and  by  will  be  ours, 
"Wheu  gladly  we  turn  from  the  pathway 

That's  strewn  with  earth's  fairest  of  flowers. 
No  shadow  of  sorrow  or  sadness 

Can  dim  the  bright  light  of  that  sky ; 
But  ever  in  anthems  of  gladness 

"We'll  join  with  the  blest  by  and  by, 

We'll  join  with  the  blest  by  and  by. 

We  shall  rest  in  the  home  of  the  angels, 

The  sky  may  be  covered  with  gloom, 
A  bright  star  of  promise  is  beaming 

Beyond  the  dark  shades  of  the  tomb. 
Tho'  thorny  the  way  be  and  dreary, 

And  tears  may  bedim  every  eye, 
The  rest  for  the  careworn  and  weary 

Will  ever  be  ours  by  and  by, 

Will  ever  be  ours  by  and  by. 

O,  that  beautiful  home  of  the  angels, 

Is  radiant  with  unfading  morn, 
And  hence  to  its  heavenly  mansions 

How  many  dear  loved  ones  have  gone ; 
They've  hastened  to  glory  before  us, 

To  dwell  with  the  angels  on  high, 
And  there  with  the  sanctified  legions 

We'll  meet  them  with  joy  by  and  by, 

We'll  meet  them  with  joy  by  and  by. 

NEW  YEAR'S   HYMN. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  51.j 
Another  year  has  passed  away 

In  silence  gone  forever; 
Yet  memory  shall  bid  it  stay, 
Its  acts  shall  perish  never! 


184:  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Our  prayers  and  praise  this  day  we  raise 
To  him  whom  all  things  giveth, 

That  by  his  side  we  may  abide, 
Where  he  forever  liveth. 

And  has  it  passed  away  unblessed? 

Have  all  its  hours  been  wasted  ? 
Not  all,  yet  far  too  much  in  rest 

The  joys  of  God  we've  tasted. 
Our  prayers  and  praise,  etc. 

And  does  the  lesson  we  receive, 

Bid  us  to  faint  in  sorrow  ? 
Oh  no !  it  bids  us  look  and  live, 

And  hope  from  faith  to  borrow. 
Our  prayers  and  praise,  etc. 

And  forward  in  the  coming  year, 
We'll  strive  to  win  the  blessing; 

And  though  in  darkness,  never  fear 
The  love  of  Christ  possessing. 
Our  prayers  and  pxaise,  etc. 


ARE  WE   FAITHFUL? 

[Fronn  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  106.] 

Brothers  in  the  Sabbath  school, 

Are  we  faithful,  are  we  true — 
Do  we  love  our  Saviour's  rule  ? 

Are  we  prompt  to  speak  and  do  ? 
Now  again  time's  ceaseless  hand 

Points  us  to  the  passing  years — 
Points  us  to  that  unknown  land, 

Bright  with  hopes,  or  dim  with  fears. 
Onward,  upward,  press  along, 

Bear  the  cross  to  win  the  prize; 
Christ  shall  be  our  theme,  our  song. 
When  we  reach  those  blissful  skies. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  135 

Sisters  in  the  Sabbath  school, 

Are  its  busy  hours  well  spent? 
Do  we  love  our  Saviour's  rule? 

With  our  works  is  he  content? 
Let  us  strive  that  he  may  smile 

On  our  labor  as  we  meet — 
Looking  upward  all  the  while, 

Upward  to  the  mercy  seat. 
Onward,  upward,  etc. 

Teachers,  is  the  work  complete — 

All  our  last  year's  labor  done  ? 
Shall  we,  when  above  we  meet, 

Find  our  crown  of  victory  won  ? 
Scholars,  are  our  hearts  all  right? 

Love  we  all  our  Saviour's  voice? 
Is  his  favor  our  deliglit — 

Have  we  made  His  path  our  choice? 
Onward,  upward,  etc. 

LITTLE  SCHOOLMATES. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  85.] 
Little  schoolmates  can  you  tell 
Who  has  kept  us  safe  and  well, 

Thro'  the  watches  of  the  night, 

Till  the  morning  light? 
Yes;  it  is  our  God  doth  keep 
Little  children  while  they  sleep  ; 

He  has  kept  us  safe  from  harm, 

By  his  powerful  arm. 

Can  yon  tell  who  gives  us  food. 
Clothes,  and  home,  and  parents  good. 

Schoolmates  dear,  and  teachers  kind. 

Books  and  active  mind? 
Yes;  our  heavenly  Father's  care 
Gives  us  all  we  eat  and  wear; 

All  our  books  and  all  our  friend.s, 

God  in  kindness  send.s. 


136  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

0,  then,  let  us  thankful  be, 
For  his  mercies  large  and  free ; 

livery  morning  let  us  raise, 

High  our  song  of  praise ; 
Praise  him  for  these  happy  hours, 
Praise  him  for  our  varied  powers, 

Praise  him,  every  heart  and  voice, 

While  we  all  rejoice. 


THERE  IS  A  BEAUTIFUL  WORLD. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  69.] 

There  is  a  beautiful  world, 

Where  saints  and  angels  sing; 
A  world  where  peace  and  pleasure  reigns, 
And  heavenly  praises  ring. 
We'll  be  there,  we'll  be  there, 
Yes,  we'll  be  there, 
Palms  of  victory,  crowns  of  glory, 
We  all  shall  wear. 

There  is  a  beautiful  world, 

Where  sorrow  never  comes ; 
A  world  where  tears  shall  never  fall, 

In  sighing  for  our  home. 
We'll  be  there,  etc. 

There  is  a  beautiful  world, 

Unseen  to  mortal  sight ; 
And  darkness  never  enters  there — 

That  home  is  fair  and  bright. 
We'll  be  there,  etc. 

There  is  a  beautiful  world, 

Of  harmony  and  love ;  . 
Oh !  may  we  safely  enter  there, 

And  dwell  with  God  above. 
We'll  be  there,  etc. 


SAPBATII    SCHOOL    HYiMNS.  137 

THE  SCHOLAR'S  PRAYER.   . 

[From  tlie  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  89.] 

Our  heavenly  Father  hear  us, 
Dear  Saviour  deign  to  hear, 
0,  be  thy  presence  near  us, 
And  let  thy  face  appear, 
We  have  met  to  praise  thee  now. 

And  sing  thy  dying  love, 
"We've  met  to  read  thy  holy  word. 
And  learn  of  thee  above. 

Our  heavenly  Father  hear' us. 
Dear  Saviour  deign  to  hear, 
0,  be  thy  presence  near  us. 
And  let  thy  face  appear. 


We  come  to  thee  as  children, 

We  come  that  we  may  know, 
Thy  teachings,  ere  we  further. 

On  life's  rough  journey  go; 
Give  us  heart-felt  faith  in  prayer. 

And  give  us  earnest  zeal, 
That  we  in  all  may  be  sincere, 

And  what  we  ask  for — feel. 
Our  heavenly  Father  hear  us,  etc. 


Life's  cares  will  soon  o'ertake  us. 

Life's  sorrows  soon  oppress. 
But  thou  wilt  walk  before  us. 

And  every  effort  bless ; 
When  the  close  of  life  shall  come, 

All  ready  may  we  be 
To  hear  thy  gently  bidding  voice, 

"Ye  blessed,  come  to  me." 
Our  heavenly  Father  hear  us,  etc. 


138  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

BATTLING  FOR  THE  LORD. 

•       [From  the  Singing  Pilgrim,  page  25.] 

We've  listed  in  a  holy  war, 

Battling  for  the  Lord ! 
Eternal  life,  eternal  joy, 

Battling  for  the  Lord ! 

We'll  work  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  work  till  Jesus  comes, 

We'll  work  tell  Jesus  comes, 
And  then  we'll  rest  at  home. 

Under  our  Captain,  Jesus  Christ, 

Battling  for  the  Lord  I 
We've  listed  for  this  mortal  life, 

Battling  for  the  Lord ! 

We'll  work,  etc. 

We'll  fight  against  the  powers  of  sin, 

Battling  for  the  Lord ! 
In  favor  of  our  heavenly  King, 

Battling  for  the  Lord  I 

We'll  work,  etc. 

And  when  our  warfare  here  is  o'er, 

Battling  for  the  Lord ! 
This  strife  we'll  leave,  and  war  no  more, 

Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 

We'll  work,  etc. 

Our  friends  and  kindred  there  we'll  meet, 

On  the  heavenly  shore  I 
And  ground  our  arms  at  Jesus'  feet, 

On  the  heavenly  shore! 

We'll  work,  etc. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  homo 

Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  139 

OUR  SAVIOUR'S  COMMAND. 

[From  the  Singing  Pilgrim,  page  16.] 

O'er  the  portals  of  mercy  these  words  are  inscribed, 

And  written  in  letters  of  gold  ; 
The  wayfaring  man  may  beliold  them  afar. 

And  knock  at  the  heavenly  fold. 

Knock,  knock,  knock,  't  is  the  Saviour's  command, 

Knock  at  the  portals  above  ; 
Knock,  knock,  knock,  't  is  the  Saviour's  command, 

Enter  into  the  mansion  of  love.  • 

0,  ye  weary,  draw  nigh,  't  is  the  place  of  repose ; 

Ye  footsore  your  journeyings  cease  ; 
Te  toilworn  with  labor,  new  vigor  put  on, 

And  knock  at  the  portals  of  peace. 
Knock,  knock,  knock,  etc. 

All  ye  mourners,  believing,  in  confidence  come ; 

Ye  desolate,  haste  to  look  up ; 
Ye  troubled  in  heart  be  resigned  to  his  word, 

And  knock  at  the  portals  of  hope. 

Knock,  knock,  knock,  etc. 

And  ye  sinners,  0  come !  there's  a  palace  for  you, 

Prepared  by  tlie  Builder  above  ; 
Approach  with  your  burden,  in  meekness  submit, 

And  knock  ai  the  portals  of  love. 

Knock,  knock,  knock,  etc. 

They're  all  waiting  within,  and  the  feast  is  prepared. 

What  folly  to  tarry  and  wait  I 
Let  every  one  come  in  obe.iient  haste. 

And  knock  at  ihe  heavenly  gate. 

Knock,  knock,  knock,  etc. 


140  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

JESUS  WAITS  FOR  THEE. 

[From  the  Ringing  Pilgrim,  page  14.] 

Come,  come  to  Jesus ! 

He  waits  to  welcome  thee, 
0  "Wand'rerl  eagerly; 

Come,  come  to  Jesus  I 


Come,  come  to  Jesus  I 
He  waits  to  ransom  thee, 

0  Slave!  eternally; 
Come,  come  to  Jesus ! 


Come,  come  to  Jesus  I 
He  waits  to  lighten  thee, 

0  Burdened  I  graciously ; 
Come,  come  to  Jesus ! 


Come,  come  to  Jesus  I 
He  waits  to  give  to  thee, 

0  Blind!  a  vision  free  ; 
Come,  come  to  Jesus! 


Come,  come  to  Jesus ! 

He  waits  to  shelter  thee, 
0  Weary !  blessedly  ; 

Come,  come  to  Jesus  I 


Come,  come  to  Jesus ! 

He  waits  to  carry  thee, 
0  Lamb  !  so  lovingly; 

Come,  come  to  Jesus  I 


SABBATH    8CH00L    HYMNS.  141 

YOUR  MISSION. 

[From  Mtisical  Leaves,  page  90.] 

If  you  can  not  on  the  ocean, 

Sail  among  the  swiftest  fleet, 
Rocking  on  the  highest  billows, 

Laughing  at  the  storms  you  meet, 
You  can  stand  among  the  sailors. 

Anchored  yet  within  the  bay  ; 
Yon  can  lend  a  hand  to  help  them, 

.  As  they  launch  their  boat  away. 

If  you  are  too  weak  to  journey 

Up  the  mountain,  steep  and  high, 
You  can  stand  within  the  vaUey, 

WhiJe  the  multitudes  go  by ; 
You  can  chant  in  happy  measure, 

As  they  slowly  pass  along; 
Though  they  may  forget  the  singer, 

They  will  not  forget  the  song. 

If  you  have  not  gold  and  silver 

Ever  ready  to  command; 
If  you  can  not  t'ward  the  needy 

Reach  an  ever  open  hand ; 
You  can  visit  the  afflicted. 

O'er  the  erring  you  can  weep ; 
You  can  be  a  true  disciple 

Sitting  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

If  you  can  not  in  the  harvest 

Garner  up  the  richest  sheaves. 
Many  a  grain  both  ripe  and  golden 

Will  the  careless  reapers  leave ; 
Go  and  glean  among  the  briers. 

Growing  rank  against  the  wall, 
For  it  may  be  that  their  shadow. 

Hides  the  heaviest  wheat  of  all. 


142  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

If  you  cannot  in  tlio  conflict 

Prove  )'ourself  a  soldier  true  — 
If,  where  tire  and  smoke  are  thickest, 

There's  no  work  for  you  to  do ; 
When  the  battle-field  is  silent. 

You  can  go  with  careful  tread, 
You  can  bear  away  the  wounded, 

You  can  cover  up  the  dead. 

Do  not,  then,  stand  idly  waiting, 

For  some  greater  work  to  do ; 
Fortune  is  a  lazy  goddess  — 

She  will  never  come  to  you. 
Go  and  toil  in  any  vineyard, 

Do  not  fear  to  do  or  dare ; 
If  you  want  a  field  of  labor, 

You  can  find  it  any  where. 


I  WILL  SING  FOR  JESUS. 

[From  the  Singing  Pilgrim,  page  89.] 

I  will  sing  for  Jesus, 

With  his  blood  he  bought  me; 
And  all  along  my  pilgrim  way 

His  loving  hand  has  brought  me. 

0  !  lielp  me  sing  for  Jesus, 
Help  mo  tell  the  story 

Of  him  who  did  redeem  us, 
The  Lord  of  life  and  glory. 

Can  there  overtake  rac 

Any  dark  disaster, 
While  I  sing  for  Jesus, 

My  blessed,  blessed  Master? 

0 1  help  me  sing  for  Jesus,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  143 

I  will  sing  for  Jesus ! 

His  name  alone  prevailing, 
Shall  be  my  sweetest  music, 

When  heart  and  flesh  are  failing. 

0 !  help  me  sing  for  Jesus,  etc. 

Still  I'll  sing  for  Jesus ! 

0 !  liow  will  I  adore  him, 
Among  the  cloud  of  witnesses, 

"Who  cast  their  crowns  before  him. 
0  help  me  sing  for  Jesus,  etc. 


LOVE  NOT  THE  WORLD. 

[From  the  Singing  Pilgrim,  page  44.] 

Why  should  we  covet  the  joy  of  a  day, 
Things  that  will  fade  in  a  moment  away; 
Toihng  for  wealth  and  its  honors  to  gain, 
Why  are  we  living  for  trifles  so  vain. 

Trust  not  the  world  in  its  beauty  arrayed. 
Though  at  our  feet  all  its  treasures  be  laid : 
What  would  it  profit  its  wealth  to  control? 
What  can  we  give  in  exchange  for  the  soul ! 

We  have  no  promise  that  fame  will  endure ; 
Splendor  will  never  our  pardon  secure ; 
Gold  can  not  brighten  the  gloom  of  the  grave  ; 
Only  the  merits  of  Jesus  can  save. 
Trust  not  the  world,  etc. 

Blessed  are  they  who  are  lowly  in  heart ; 
They  who,  like  Mary,  have  chosen  their  part ; 
Learning  of  Jesus,  their  Master  above, 
'  Lessons  of  patience,  of  meekness,  and  love. 

Trust  not  the  world,  etc. 


,14:4:  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

LOYE  AT  HOME. 

[From  the  Happy  Voices,  page  141.] 
There  is  beauty  all  around, 

When  there's  love  at  home, 
There's  joy  in  every  sound, 

When  there's  love  at  home. 
Peace  and  plenty  here  abide, 
Smiling  sweet  on  every  side, 
Time  doth  softly,  sweetly  glide, 

When  there's  love  at  home. 
Love  at  home,  love  at  home  ; 

Time  doth  softly,  sweetly  glide, 
When  there's  love  at  home. 

In  the  cottage  there  is  joy. 

When  there's  love  at  home; 
Hate  and  envy  ne'er  annoy, 

When  there's  love  at  home. 
Eoses  blossom  'neath  our  feet. 
All  the  earth's  a  garden  sweet. 
Making  life  a  bliss  complete, 
.  When  there's  love  at  home. 

Kindly  heaven  smiles  above, 
When  there's  love  at  home ; 

All  the  earth  is  filled  with  love, 
When  there's  love  at  home. 

Sweeter  sings  the  brooklet  by. 

Brighter  beams  the  azure  sky; 

Oh,  there's  One  who  smiles  on  high, 
When  there's  love  at  home. 

Jesus,  show  thy  mercy  mine; 

Then  there's  love  at  home ; 
Sweetly  whisper,  I  am  thine, 

Then  there's  love  at  home. 
Source  of  love,  thy  cheering  light 
Far  exceeds  the  sun  so  bright  — 
Can  dispel  the  gloom  of  night; 

Then  there's  love  at  home. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HTZVIXS.  145 

ALWAYS  GO  TO  JESUS. 

[From  tlie  Sunday  School  Times.] 
I  always  go  to  Jesus, 

When  troubled  or  distressed ; 
I  always  find  a  refuge 

Upon  his  loving  breast. 
I  tell  him  all  my  trials, 

I  tell  him  all  my  grief; 
And  while  my  lips  are  speaking, 

He  gives  my  heart  relief. 

"When  full  of  dread  forebodings, 

And  flowing  o'er  with  tears, 
He  calms  away  my  sorrows, 

And  hushes  all  my  fears. 
He  comprehends  my  weakness, 

The  peril  I  am  in^ 
And  he  supplies  the  armor 

I  need  to  vanquish  sin. 

"When  those  are  cold  and  faitliless, 

Who  once  were  fond  and  true, 
"With  careless  hearts  forsaking 

The  old  friends  for  the  new. 
I  turn  to  him  whose  friendship 

Knows  neither  change  nor  end, 
I  always  find  in  Jesus 

An  ever  faithful  Friend. 

T  always  go  to  Jesus; 

No  matter  when  or  where, 
I  seek  his  gracious  presence, 

I'm  sure  to  find  him  there. 
In  times  of  joy  or  sorrow, 

Whate'er  ray  need  may  be, 
I  always  go  to  Jesus, 

And  Jesus  comes  to  me. 

Josephine  Pollard. 
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146  8ABBATU    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 


HEAVENLY  JOY   ON  EARTH. 

Come,  we  who  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 
We're  marching  to  Zion, 
Beautiful,  beautiful  Zion, 
"We're  marching  upward  to  Zion, 
The  beautiful  city  of  God. 

Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

Who  never  knew  our  Godl 
But  fav'rites  of  the  heav'nly  King 

Shoi.ld  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

We're  marching  to  Zion,  etc. 

The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below: 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

We're  marching  to  Zion,  etc. 

The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

We're  marching  to  Zion,  etc. 

Then  let  our  songs  abound. 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  thro'  Immauuel's  ground, 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

We're  marching  to  Zion,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  147 

THE  LORD  IS  MY  SHEPHERD. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Bell.No.  1,  page  C8.] 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd ;  I  shall  not  want. 

lie  maketh  me  to  lie  down  in  green  pastures : 
He  leadeth  me  beside  the  still  waters. 

He  restoreth  my  soul : 

He  leadeth  me  in  the  paths  of  righteousnes  for  his 
name's  sake. 

Yea,  though  I  walk  through  the  valley  of  the  shadow 

of  death,  I  will  fear  no  evil: 
For  thou  art  with  me :    thy  rod  and   thy  staff  they 

comfort  me. 

Thou  preparest  a  table  before  me  in  the  presence  of 

mine  enemies. 
Thou    anointest   my   head  with  oil :   my  cup  runneth 

over. 

Surely  goodness  and  mercy  shall  follow  me  all  the  days 

of  my  life : 
And  I  will  dwell  in  the  house  of  the  Lord  forever. 


DON'T  YOU  HEAR  THE  ANGELS 
COMING  ? 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Bell,  No.  2,  page  6.] 

Holy  angels  in  their  flight, 

Traverse  over  earth  and  sky, 
Acts  of  kindness  their  delight, 
"Winged  with  mercy  as  tliey  fly. 
Don't  you  hear  them  coming  over  hill  and  plain 
Scattering  music  in  their  heavenly  train  I 
Oh  !  don't  you  hear  the  angels  coming, 

Singing  as  tlie)'  come  ? 
Oh  1  bear  me  angels. 
Angels  bear  me  home. 


148  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Tho'  their  forms  we  cannot  see, 
They  attend  and  guard  our  way, 

Till  we  join  their  company 
In  the  fields  of  heavenly  da}-. 
Don't  you  hear.  etc. 

Had  we  but  an  angel's  wing, 
And  an  angel's  heart  of  flame, 

Oh,  how  sweetly  would  we  ring 

Thro'  the  world  the  Saviour's  name. 
Don't  you  hear,  etc. 

Yet  methinks  if  I  should  die, 
-Arvjcj   •  And  become  an  angel  too, 

I,  perhaps,  like  them  might  fly, 
And  the  Saviour's  bidding  do 
Don't  you  hear,  etc. 

THE  CHRISTIAN'S  MISSION. 

[From  the  Singing  Pilgrim,  page  91.] 

Brother,  you  may  work  for  Jesus ; 

■  God  has  given  you  a  place 
In  some  portion  of  his  viucyard. 

And  will  give  sustaining  grace. 
He  has  bidden  you  "  Go  labor  " 

And  has  promised  a  reward, 
Even  jo}'  and  life  eternal 

In  the  kingdom  of  your  Lord, 

In  thekiugdom  of  your  Lord. 

Brotlier,  you  may  pray  for  Jesus 
In  your  closet  and  at  home, 

In  the  village  in  the  city, 
Or  wherever  you  niay  roam ; 

Pray  that  God  may  send  the  spirit 
Into  some  dear  smner's  heart. 

And  that  in  his  soul's  s  ilvation 
You  may  bear  some  humble  part, 
You  may  bear  some  humble  part. 


'SABBATH    SCHOOL   HYMNS.  149 

Brother,  you  may  "sing  for  Jesus;" 

0  how  precious  is  his  love  I 
Praise  him  for  his  boundless  blessings 

Ever  coming  from  above. 
Sing  how  Jesus  died  to  save  you, 

How  your  sin  and  guilt  he  bore; 
How  his  blood  hath  sealed  your  pardon : 

''  Sing  for  Jesus  "  evermore, 

"  Sing  for  Jesus  "  evermore. 

Brother,  you  may  live  for  Jesus, 

Him  who  died  -that  you  might  live 
0  then  all  your  ransomed  powers 

Cheerful  to  his  service  give. 
Thus  for  Jesus  you  may  labor, 

And  for  Jesus  sing  and  pray ; 
Consecrate  your  life  to  Jesus  — 

Love  and  serve  him  every  day, 

Love  and  serve  him  every  day. 

NEARER,  MY  GOD,  TO  THEE. 

[From  the  Musical  Leaves,  page  10.] 

Xearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee. 

E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 
That  raiseth  me, 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Xearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Xearer  to  thee. 
Xearer,  my  God,  to  thee. 

Though  like  a  wanderer, 

Daylight  all  gone. 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

M}'  rest  a  stone. 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 

Xearer,  my  God,  to  thee. 
Xearer,  my  God,  etc. 


150  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS." 

Tliero  let  the  way  appear, 

Steps  up  to  heaven  ; 
A]l  that  thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given, 
Angels  to  beckon  me. 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee. 
Nearer,  my  God,  etc. 

Then  with  my  waking  thoughts. 
Bright  with  thy  praise, 

Out  of  my  stony  griefs, 
Bethel  I'll  raise ; 

So  by  my  woes  to  be 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  theo. 
Nearer,  my  God,  etc. 

Or,  if  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fl}'. 
Still,  all  my  song  shall  be, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee 
Nearer,  my  God,  etc. 


IF  I  WERE  AN  ANGEL. 

[From  the  Dove,  page  24.] 

If  I  were  a:i  angel,  with  a  bright  and  starry  crown, 
And  a  harp  that  rung  the  sweetest  notes  of  song; 

I  would  stoop  in  love  and  pity,  I  would  kindly  hasten 
dowi>. 
To  the  weary  ones  in  sorrow  waiting  long, 

0,  sweet  mercy,  sweet  angel  mercy. 
Lovely  and  gentle  as  the  dawn, 
Bending  softly  o'er  the  lowlj--,  breathing  hope 
and  heav'nly  light,  .... 

From  thy  dwelling  in  the  radiant  courts  of  morn. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  151 

If  I  were  an  angel,  with  a  harp  of  sweetest  song, 

I  would  hasten  on  the  pinions  of  the  dove ; 
I  would  guide  the  erring  children  from  the  paths  of 
sin  and  wrong. 
To  the  folds  of  Him  whose  sweetest  name  is  Love 
0,  sweet  mercy,  etc. 

If  I  were  an  angel,  with  a  crown  of  purest  gold, 

I  would  came  with  flow'rs  of  mercy  for  the  poor ; 
I  would  whisper  of  the  Saviour  and  the  glories  all 
untold ; 
I  would  seek  to  open  every  prison  door. 
0,  sweet  mercy,  etc. 


COME  FROM  THE  HILL  TOP. 

[From  the  Dove,  page  31.] 

Come  from  the  hill- top,  the  vale,  and  the  glen, 
Lights  now  the  Sabbath  the  landscape  again ; 
Tiittle  feet  patter  like  rain  o'er  the  sod, 
On  in  the  path  to  the  temple  of  God. 

On  to  the  temple,  On  to  the  temple, 
On  to  the  temple.  On  to  the  temple. 
Little  feet  patter  hke  rain  on  the  sod. 
On  in  the  path  to  the  temple  of  God. 

■\Vho  to  the  fields  or  the  forest  would  stray, 
Seeking  their  pleasure  at  work  or  at  play  ? 
Who,  when  that  banner  of  love  is  unfurl'd. 
Turn  to  the  bubble-like  joys  of  the  world. 
On  to  the  temple,  etc. 

"We  from  the  service  of  Sin  would  depart, 
Heeding  Thy  mandate  of  "Give  me  thine  heart;" 
Suffer  the  children  to  "come  unto  me," 
Saviour,  behold  at  Thy  feet  here  are  we. 
On  to  the  temple,  etc. 


•J  52  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Tlius  v\'lieii  our  Sabbaths  on  earth  are  no  more, 
We  sliall  be  with  Thee,  and  love  and  adore; 
Shiging  in  heaven,  that  briglit  world  of  bliss, 
Songs  that  wo  learu'd  on  the  Sabbaths  of  this. 
On  to  the  temple,  etc. 


I'LL  NEVER  Dl!SPAIR. 

[Frona  the  Sabbath  School  Trumpet,  page  82.] 

Oh  God,  my  heart  is  faint  and  weak, 

And  wav'ring  is  my  faith ; 
But  thou  canst  give  thy  children  strength, 
To  triumph  over  death. 

I'll  never  despair,  though  the  tempests  war, 

And  the  waves  of  sorrow  rise ; 

I'll  look  beyond  the  storms  of  earth, 

To  my  home  beyond  the  skies. 

And  thou  canst  give  the  steadfast  faith 

Of  holy  men  of  old, 
"Who  did  through  untold  future  years, 

The  promises  behold. 

I'll  never  despair,  etc. 

'Tis  thine,  when  all  is  cold  and  dead. 

To  bid  the  sinner  live, 
And  Faith,  and  Hope,  and  Charitj, 

They  all  are  thine  to  give. 
I'll  never  despair,  etc. 

Thy  gift,  the  love  as  strong  as  death, 

Which  holy  martyrs  felt. 
As  calml}'-  by  the  fun'ral  pile. 

With  upward  glance  they  knelt. 
I'll  never  despair,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  153 

OUT  ON  THE  OCEAIS^  SAILING. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  98.] 

We  are  out  ou  the  ocean  sailing, 

Homeward  bound  we  sweetly  glide; 
We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 

All  the  storms  will  soon  be  over, 

Then  we'll  anchor  in  the  harbor, 
We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 

Millions  now  are  safely  lauded 

Over  ou  the  golden  shore  ; 
Millions  more  are  on  their  journey, 

Yet  there's  room  for  millions  more. 
All  the  storms,  etc. 

Spread  your  sails,  while  heavenly  breezes 

Gently  waft  our  vessel  on ; 
All  on  board  are  sweetly  singing — 

Free  salvation  is  the  song. 
All  the  storms,  etc. 

When  we  all  are  safely  anchored, 

We  will  shout — our  trials  o'er ; 
We  will  walk  about  the  city. 

And  we'll  sing  for  evermore. 
All  the  storms,  etc. 


154  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

THE  STAR-SPANGLED  BANNER. 

[From  the  Golden  Chain,  page  22.] 

0  say,  can  you  see  by  the  dawn's  early  light, 

What  so  proudly  we  hailed  at  the  twilight's  last  gleaming. 
Whose  broad  stripes  and  bright  stars,  thro'  the  perilous  fight. 
O'er  the  ramparts  we  watched,  were  so  gallantly  streaming. 
And  the  rocket's  red  glare,  bombs  bursting  in  air, 
Gave  proof  thro'  the  night  that  our  flag  was  still  there : 
0  say  does  that  star-spangled  banner  yet  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 

On  the  shore  dimly  seen  thro'  the  mists  of  the  deep, 

Where  the  foe's  haughty  host  in  dread  silence  reposes, 
What  is  that  which  the  breeze,  o'er  the  towering  steep, 

As  it  fitfully  blows,  half  conceals,  half  discloses  ; 
Now  it  catches  the  gleam  of  tlie  morning's  first  beam, 
In  full  glory  reflected  now  shines  in  the  stream  : 

'Tis  the  star-spangled  banner,  0  long  may  it  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 

And  where  is  that  band,  who  so  vauntingly  swore, 
That  the  havoc  of  war  and  the  battle's  confusion, 
A  home  and  a  country  should  leave  us  no  more — 

Their  blood  has  washed  out  their  foul  footsteps'  pollution, 
No  refuge  can  save  tlie  hireling  and  slave, 
From  the  terror  of  flight,  or  the  gloom  of  the  grave: 

And  the  star-spangled  banner  in  triumph  shall  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 

0  thus  be  it  ever,  when  freemen  shall  stand 

Between  their  loved  home  and  the  war's  desolation ; 
Blest  with  victory  and  peace,  may  the  heaven-rescued  land 

Praise  the  power  that  hath  made  and  preserved  us  a  nation. 
Then  conquer  we  must,  when  our  cause  it  is  just, 
And  tliis  be  our  motto — "  In  God  is  our  trust !  " 

And  the  star-spangled  baimer  in  triumph  shall  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  155 

EVENING  SONG. 

[From  tlxe  Fresh  Laurels,  page  10.] 

'  Tis  sweet  to  think,  as  night  comes  on, 

Dark  and  drear,  dark  and  drear, 
Ere  "stars  come  twinkling,  one  by  one," 

Earth  to  cheer,  earth  to  cheer, 
There  is  a  world  where  comes  no  night. 


'  Tis  sweet  to  think  when  round  ns  lie, 
Grief  and  care,  grief  and  care, 

Our  Jesus  hears  the  softest  sigh, 

Breath'd  in  pray'r,  breath'd  in  pray'r, 
And  if  we  love  him,  we  shall  see. 


It  needs  no  sun  or  moon  to  light, 
For  Jesus'  presence  makes  it  bright  — 

No  night  there,  no  night  there. 
That  "land  from  sin  and  sorrow  free," 
And,  oh !  we  know  that  there  will  be 
No  tears  there,  no  tears  there. 


THE  LOVE  OF  JESUS. 

[From  the  Fi-esh  Laurels,  page  10.] 

I  know  'tis  Jesus  loves  my  soul. 
And  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole; 
My  nature  is  by  sin  defiled, 
Yet  Jesus  loves  a  little  child. 


TIow  kind  is  Jesus,  oh,  how  good, 
'Twas  for  my  soul  he  shed  his  blood ; 
For  children's  sake  he  was  reviled, 
For  Jesus  loves  a  little  child. 


156  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYiyiNS. 

"When  I  oflfend,  by  thought  or  tongue, 
Omit  the  right,  or  do  the  wrong, 
If  I  repent  he's  reconcileci, 
For  Jesus  loves  a  little  child. 


To  me  may  Jesus  now  impart, 
Altho'  so  young,  a  gracious  heart; 
Alas !  I'm  oft  by  sin  defiled. 
Yet  Jesus  loves  a  little  child. 


WANDERER. 

[From  the  Fresh  Laurels,  page  20.] 

Jesus,  I  come  to  thee,  a  wand'rer,  a  wand'rer, 

A  stranger  from  my  Father's  house 
I  would  no  longer  be : 

Jesus,  I  plead  with  thee,  a  wand'rer,  a  wand'rer, 
0  wash  me  in  thy  cleansing  blood, 

And  set  my  spirit  free. 

Chorus — 

Now  blessed  Saviour,  take  tby  weary  wand'ring  child, 

Keep  me,  0  keep  me  from  the  tempest  wild, 

My  lonely  heart  by  sin  oppressed 

Would  lose  its  burden  on  thy  breast. 

And  find  a  calm  and  peaceful  rest,  forever,  there. 

Jesus, 'the  living  way,  0  save  me,  0  save  me; 

0  lead  me  to  the  precious  fold. 
And  let  me  never  stray: 

0  let  me  hear  thy  voice,  my  Father,  dear  Father, 
In  gentle  tones  my  pardon  speak, 

And  bid  my  soul  rejoice. 

Chorus — 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMXS.  157 

Jes'ifs,  the  way  is  brisrht  before  me,  before  me, 
My  prayer  is  heard,  the  clouds  are  gone, 

Lsee  thy  glorious  lisfht: 

Jesus,  no  more  I'll  roam  a  wand'rer,  a  wandTer, 

My  Father  holds  me  in  his  arras, 
And  bids  me  welcome  home. 
Chorus — 

OUR  LOST  OXE. 

[From  the  Fresh  Laurels,  page  21.] 
There's  a  quiet  valley, 

Sheltered  by  the  hills. 
"Where  the  song-birds  rally, 

Near  the  shaded  rills, 
And  the  tinted  flowers, 

Fairy-like  and  pure, 
From  their  sylvan  bowers 

Balmy  zephyrs  lure. 

Smiling,  lovely  creature 

Joyous  as  the  day. 
Fair  of  form  and  feature, 

Happy,  blithe  and  gay, 
Music's  rippling  sweetness, 

Laugh  and  careless  song. 
From  her  heart's  repleteness, 

Ever  flowed  along. 

Refrain — 
There  we  laid  our  loved  one,  our  loved  one,  our  loved  one. 
There  we  laid  our  loved  one  in  her  mossy  bed, 
And  the  dewy  lilies,  the  lilies,  the  lilies, 
ATid  the  dewy  lilies  crown  her  peaceful  head. 

Few  the  starry  summers 

O'er  her  path  had  shone. 
Ere  the  augels  called  her 

To  the  far  unknown. 


158  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Smiles  and  gleamy  brightness 

Wreathed  that  fair  young  face, 
Till  its  placid  whiteness 
Told  of  death's  embrace. 
Refrain — 


THE  LAND  OF  EDEN. 

[From  the  Fresh  Laurels,  page  22.] 

0  Eden  land,  thou  land  of  bloom, 
Beyond  the  shadows  of  the  tomb, 
Beyond  the  pain,  and  grief,  and  strife, 
That  dim  and  mar  our  mortal  life. 
0  Eden  land,  thou  land  of  the  blest, 
Where  we  alone  find  peace  and  rest. 

O  Eden  land,  thou  land  of  the  blest, 
Where  we  alone  find  peace  and  rest. 

O  Eden  land  —  bright  world  of  bliss, 
More  fresh  and  fair,  and  pure  than  this; 
0 !  how  our  weary  spirits  long 
To  reach  that  clime  of  light  and  song! 
Thou  Eden  land,  at  whose  close  gate 
The  treasures  of  our  future  wait. 

0  Eden  land,  etc. 

Thou  Eden  land,  0 !  could  we  grasp 
Thy  promised  blessings  in  our  clasp. 
Fain  would  we  loose  our  hold  on  earth, 
And  rise  to  that  immortal  birth, 
Which  shall  alone  place  in  our  hand 
The  key  to  Heaven's  fair  Eden  land. 

0  Eden  laud,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  159 

LOVE  FOR  JESUS. 

[From  the  Fresh  Laurels,  page  23.] 

I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

That  name  the  angels  sing: 
And  with  their  loud  hosannas, 

The  heavenly  portals  ring. 
To  him  my  all  confiding, 

In  him  my  joy  complete, 
I  learo,  with  Christian  meekness, 

My  duty  at  his  feet. 

Chorus — 

I  love,  I  love,  I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

The  sweetest  name,  the  name, 

The  name  the  angels  sing. 

I  love,  I  love,  the  sweetest  name, 

The  name  the  angels  sing. 

I  love  to  think  of  Jesus, 

When  all  is  calm  and  still ; 
When  pure  and  holy  feelings, 

My  grateful  bosom  fill. 
I  love  to  think  of  Jesus, 

Whose  mercy  crowns  my  days, 
How  just  are  all  his  counsels, 

And  true  are  all  his  ways. 
Chorus— 

I  love  to  work  for  Jesus, 

And  worship  at  his  throne  ; 
0,  may  his  spirit  help  me 

To  live  for  him  alone. 
To  labor  for  my  Saviour, 

My  greatest  joy  shall  be ; 
I  know  that  Jesus  loves  me, 

Because  he  died  for  me. 
Chorus — 


160  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

SUNDAY  SCHOOL  VOLUNTEER  SONG. 

[From  the  Fresh  Laurels,  page  30.] 

"Wo  are  marching  on  with  shield  and  banner  bright, 
We  will  work  for  God  and  battle  for  the  right, 
We  will  praise  his  name,  rejoicing  in  his  might. 

And  we'll  work  till  Jesus  calls. 
In  the  Sunday  School  our  army  we  prepare, 
As  we  rally  round  our  blessed  standard  there. 
And  the  Saviour's  cross  we  early  learn  to  bear, 

While  we  work  till  Jesus  calls. 

Chorus — 

We  are  marching  onward,  singing  as  we  go, 
To  the  promised  land  where  living  waters  flow ; 
Come  and  join  our  ranks  as  pilgrims  here  below, 
Come  and  work  till  Jesus  calls. 
Then  awake,  then  awake,  happy  song,  happy  song. 
Shout  for  joy,  shout  for  joy,  as  we  gladly  march  along. 
Then  awake,  then  awake,  happy  soug,  happy  song, 
Shout  for  joy,  shout  for  joy,  as  we  gladly  march  along. 


We  are  marching  on,  our  Captain,  ever  near. 
Will  protect  us  still,  his  gentle  voice  we  hear ; 
Let  the  foe  advance,  we'll  never,  never  fear, 

For  we'll  work  till  Jesus  calls. 
Then  awake,  awake,  our  happy,  happy  song. 
We  will  shout  for  joy,  and  gladly  march  along; 
In  the  Lord  of  Hosts  let  every  heart  be  strong. 

While  we  work  till  Jesus  calls. 

CnoRus — 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  161 

We  are  marching  on  the  straight  and  narrow  way, 
That  v/i!l  lead  to  life  and  everlasting  day, 
To  the  smiling  fields  that  never  will  decay, 

But  we'll  work  till  Jesus  calls. 
TVe  are  marching  on  and  pressing  toward  the  prize, 
To  a  glorious  crown  beyond  the  glowing  skies, 
To  the  radiant  fields  where  pleasure  never  dies, 

And  we'll  work  till  Jesus  calls. 

Crorus — 


JESUS,  DEAR,  I  COME  TO  THEE. 

[From  the  Fresh  Laurels,  page  31.] 

Jesus,  dear,  I  come  to  thee. 

Thou  hast  said  I  may ; 
Tell  me  what  ray  life  should  be, 

Take  my  sius  away. 
Jesus,  dear,  I  learn  of  thee, 

In  thy  word  divine, 
Every  promise  there  I  see. 

May  I  call  it  mine. 

Chorus — Jesus  hear  my  humble  song, 

I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  strong. 
Gently  lead  my  soul  along. 
Help  me  come  to  thee. 

Jesus,  dear,  I  Ions:  for  thee, 

Long  thy  peace  to  know, 
GrMnt  those  purer  joys  to  me, 

Earth  can  ne'er  bestow; 
Jesus,  dear,  I  cling  to  thee ; 

When  my  heart  is  sad, 
Thou  wilt  kindly  speak  to  me, 

Thou  wilt  make  me  glad. 

Chorus — Jesus,  hear,  etc. 
11 


162  8ABBATII    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Je?ii«.  dear,  I  trust  in  thoe, 

Trust  llij  temler  love. 
There's  a  happy  home  for  me, 

With  lliy  saints  above; 
Jesns,  I  would  come  to  ihee, 

Thou  hast  said  I  may, 
Tell  me  what  my  life  should  be, 

Take  my  sins  away. 

RIGHT  AWAY. 

[From  the  Fresh  Laurels,  page  33.] 
I  will  come  to  Jesus  right  away,  right  away, 
'Tis  his  Spirit  calls  me,  I  obey  ; 
Jesus  will  receive  me, 
He  will  never  leave  me, 
I  will  come  to  Jesus  right  away,  right  away. 
I  will  come  to  Jesus  right  away. 

I  will  pray  to  Jesus  right  away,  right  away, 
I  will  seek  his  blessing  every  day; 
While  my  heart  is  pleading, 
He  is  interceding, 
I  will  pray  to  Jesus  rijrht  away. 

I  will  pray  to  Jesus  right  away. 

I  will  live  for  Jesus  right  away,  right  away, 
'lis  my  Saviour  calls  me.  I  obey; 

Now  in  cliildhood's  morning 
Js  the  eentle  warning, 
I  will  live  for  Jesus  riijht  away. 

I  will  live  for  Jesus  right  away. 

I  will  work  for  Jesus  right  away,  right  away, 
Labor  in  bis  vineyard  everyday; 
With  ray  heart  pursuing 
What  my  hands  are  doing, 
"  I  will  work  for  Jesus  every  day. 

I  will  work  for  Jesus  every  day. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  163 


PRAYER  FOR  GUIDANCE. 

[From  the  Fresh  Laurels,  page  42.] 

Jesns  lead  me,  Jesus  {ruide  me, 

Ji)  the  way  I  ought  to  po; 
Help  an  errinar  one  to  praise  thee, 

Teach  me,  Lord,  thy  word  to  know. 
Tho'  my  heart  is  weak  and  sinful, 

May  I  bring  it,  Lord,  to  thee; 
"Wash  me  in  thy  precious  fountain; 

Jesus,  thou  hast  died  for  me. 


In  thy  word  I  read  the  promise  — 

Ask  formerly  and  receive; 
They  who  early  seek  sliall  lind  me : 

Lord,  I  will,  I  do  believe, 
Jesus  lieHr  me,  Jesus  guide  me, 

In  the  way  that  leads  to  thee. 
Blessed  hope,  my  only  comfort, 

Jesus,  thou  hast  died  for  me. 


Happy  now.  my  soul  has  found  thee, 

I  can  sing  ihy  prai:?e  divine; 
I  can  tell  the  world  around  me, 

I  am  thine,  forever  thine. 
Thou  wilt  lead  me.  thou  wilt  guide  me, 

Sweetly  now  I  re^t  on  thee ; 
Blessed  hope,  my  only  comfort, 

Jesus,  thou  hast  died  for  me. 


164:  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYl^mS. 


SWEET  THE  SABBATH  MORNING. 

[From  the  Fresh  Laurels,  page  47.] 

Siveet  the  Sabbath  morning,  calm  and  bright  returniug, 

Seems  to  subdue  the  turmoil  of  the  week; 
Every  Sabbath  morning,  see  their  footsteps  turning, 

Where  they  learn  to  sing  and  speak  a  Saviour's  praise. 
Sabbath  bells  inviting,  children  all  uniting. 

Sweetly  sing  the  praise  of  him  whose  throne  they  seek 
Jesus  is  near  them,  Jesus  will  hear  them, 

Yes,  he  •will  hear  those  sweet  notes  th^y  raise. 


Sweetest  day  of  seven !  pointing  us  to  heaven ; 

Thou  beacon-light  upon  life's  stormy  sea ! 
Rest  we  from  our  labor,  sharing  with  our  neighbor, 

All  the  holy  peace  and  joy  that  comes  with  thee. 
Sweet  Sabbath  morning,  blest  thy  returning. 

Oh  !  may  we  treasure  the  Sabbath  days. 
Hark!  a  voice  is  calling,  through  the  stillness  falling. 

Calling  us  to  meet  and  sing  our  Saviour's  praise. 


Every  Sabbath  morning,  sinful  pleasure  scorning. 

Our  Sunday-school  shall  be  a  sacred  spot: 
There  our  voices  ringing,  with  the  angels  singing. 

Lead  our  thoughts  away  where  care  and  sin  are  not. 
Oh,  hol}^  pleasure!  Oh,  heavenly  treasure! 

We'll  ever  prize  these  sweet  Sabbath  days ! 
Bringing  heaven  nearer;  making  Jesus  dearer; 

Fitting  us  to  join  his  saints,  and  see  his  face. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  165 


NEARER  THE  KINGDOM. 

[From,  the  Fresh  Laurels,  page  49.] 

Blessed  Redeemer,  how  precious  thou  art, 

Full  of  compassiou  and  grace; 
Sweet  is  the  music  of  joy  to  my  heart, 

Cheered  by  the  smile  of  thy  face. 


Chorus — ISTearer  the  king-dom  of  fflory  to-day, 
Nearer,  my  Father,  to  thee. 
Upward  my  spirit  is  soarmg  away, 
Pleasure  immortal  I  see. 


Shadows  of  darkness  no  longer  I  fear, 

Jesus,  I  kuow  thou  art  mine ; 
nark !  'tis  the  anthem  of  rapture  I  hear, 

Wafted  from  regions  divine. 

Chorus  —  Nearer  the  kingdom,  etc. 

Onward,  still  onward,  my  refuge  and  guide, 

Gladly  my  way  I  pursue; 
Briofht  is  ray  path  while  I  walk  by  thy  side, 

Thou  wilt  my  courage  renew. 

Chorus  —  Nearer  the  kingdom,  etc. 

Nearer  the  fount  where  my  soul  shall  be  free, 

Nearer  the  angels  above ; 
Nearer  the  crowa  thou  hast  purchased  for  me, 

Jeweled  with  mercy  and  love. 

Chorus  —  Nearer  the  kingdom,  etc. 


166        SABBATH  SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

THE  WATER  OF  LIFE, 

[Froi^  the  Fresh  Laurels,  page  50.J 

Jesuf,  the  water  of  life  will  give 

Freely,  freely,  freely. 
JesuP.  the  water  of  life  will  jrive 

Freely  to  those  who  love  him. 
Come  to  ihat  fountain,  0  driuk  and  live, 

Freely  freel}',  freely, 
Come  to  that  fonntain,  0  diink  and  live. 

Flowing  fur  those  that  love  him. 


Chorus — The  Spint  and  the  bride  say,  come 
Freely,  freely,  freel}^ 
.    .      And  he  that  is  tliirsty  let  him  come 
And  drink  of  the  water  of  life. 
The  fountain  of  life  is  flowing, 

Flowiri;^-,  freely  flowing, 
The  fountain  of  life  is  flowing, 

Is  flowing  for  j'ou  and  for  me. 


Jesus  ha?,  promised  a  home  in  heaven. 

Freely,  freely,  freelv, 
Jesus  h;is  promii^ed  a  home  in  heaven, 

Freely  to  those  th.it  love  him. 
Treasures  unfading  will  there  be  given^ 

Freely,  freely,  freely. 
Treasures  ruifading  will  there  be  given, 

Freely  lo  ihoi^e  that  love  luui. 

Chorus  —  The  Spirit  and  the  bride  say  come,  etc. 


8ABBATII    6CU00L    HYMNS.  107 

Jesus  lias  promised  a  robe  of  white, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Jesua  has  promised  a  robe  of  white, 

Freely  to  those  that  love  him  ; 
Kingdoms  of  glory  and  crowns  of  light, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Kingdoms  of  glory  and  crowns  of  light, 

Freely  to  those  that  love  him. 

CnORUS  —  The  Spirit  and  the  bride  say,  come,  etc. 


Jesus  has  promised  eternal  day, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Jesr.B  has  promised  eternal  day, 

Freely  to  those  that  love  him  ; 
Pleasure  that  nev<-r  shall  pass  away, 

Freely,  freely,  freely. 
Pleasure  that  never  shall  pass  away. 

Freely  to  those  that  love  him. 

Chorus  —  The  Spirit  and  the  bride  say,  come,  etc. 


Jesus  has  promised  a  calm  repose, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Jesus  has  promised  a  calm  repose. 

Freely  to  all  that  love  him  ; 
Come  to  the  water  of  life  that  flows, 

Freely,  freely,  freely. 
Come  to  the  water  of  life  that  flows. 

Freely  to  all  that  love  him. 

Chorus — The  Spirit  and  the  bride  say,  come,  etc. 


168  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 


NEVER   GROW  WEARY. 

[From  the  Fresh.  Laurels,  page  60.] 

We  must  never  grow  weary,  doing  well,  doing  well, 
Thou2,h  in  time  we  may  reap  no  reward; 

For  eternity  will  tell  —  yes,  eternity  will  tell, 

"What  a  blessing  rests  on  those  who  serve  the  Lord. 

CnoRUS  —  0  ye  stars  I   shine  on,  shine  on  I 
Far  up  in  heaven's  own  blue. 
Some  time,  some  time,  I,  too,  may  shine, 
I  may  shine  as  brightly  as  you  I 

We  must  bear  the  yoke  daily:  — Jesus  says, 

"  It  is  easy,  my  burden  is  light ;  " 
For  he  knows  how  frail  we  are,  yes,  he  knows  how 
frail  we  are, 
And  he  helps  us  through  the  day  and  through  the 
night. 

Chorus  —  0  ye  stars  !  shine  on,  etc. 

All  the  stars  o'er  us  shining  in  the  sky, 

And  the  sun  and  the  moon  do  his  will; 
And  we  know  that  by  and  by,  if  to  serve  him  well 
we  try, 
"With  a  brighter  glow  our  spirits  ho  will  fill. 
Chorus  —  0  ye  stars  !  shine  on,  etc. 

We  must  ever  be  watchful  1  —  for  to-day 

May,  for  yon,  and  for  me,  be  the  last; 
So  the  work  we'll  not  delay,  but  we'll  labor,  and  wf'll 
pray, 

Till  the  sunset  hour  of  life  is  safely  passed. 

Chorus  —  0  ye  stars  I  shine  on,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  169 


WHO  SHALL  SHINE  ? 

[From  the  Fresh  Laurels,  page  62.] 

The  beauteous  stars  that  shine 

So  bright  in  yonder  sky, 
Like  jewels-  fitly  set, 

"Whose  lustre  cannot  die  ; 
And  may  I  ever  hope, 

Their  wondrous  height  t'  obtain, 
And  see  the  glory  they  beheld 

On  old  Judea's  plain  ? 


Chorus  —  They  that  are  wise  shall  shine. 

They  shall  shine  as  bright  as  the  stars, 
They  shall  shine  as  bright  as  the  stars 

That  shine  upon  us  from  on  high. 
They  shall  shine  as  bright  as  the  Ftara, 
As  the  stars  that  shine  upon  us  from  on 
high. 


Oh,  to  be  truly  wise, 

In  thought,  in  word,  in  deed; 
To  teach  my  erring  heart, 

To  seek  the  help  I  need! 
Thou  ruler  of  the  world, 

Who  keep'st  the  stars  in  place, 
Oh,  grant  that  I  may  yet  behold 

The  brightness  of  thy  face. 
Chorus  —  They  that  are  wise  shall  shine,  etc. 


If  wisdom's  ways  I  seek, 
I  surely  shall  be  blest ; 

They  run  through  joy  and  peace, 
Unto  a  land  of  rest : 


170  SABBATir    SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

And  oh,  I  fain  would  reach 
Those  starry  heights  above. 

And  with  new  briirhtness  ever  shfne, 
And  sing  a  S<»viour's  love. 

Chorus  —  They  that  are  wise  shall  shine,  etc. 


AWAY !     AWAY ! 

[From  the  Fresh  I^aurels,  page  72.] 

Away!  away!  not  a  moment  to  linger, 

Haste  we  now  with  footstep  free, 
"Where  those  who  love  in  the  viueyard  to  labor, 

Wait  for  you  and  me. 

Chorus — To  the  Sunday-school  rejoicing  we  will  go, 

*Tis  a  phice  where  all  are  happy  here  below, 
Where  tlie  way  of  life  we  learn  to  know, 
And  seek  our  home  above. 

Awny!  away!  where  the  «inge1a  are  bending 

Lightly  o'er  the  house  '^f  prayer, 
Glad  hymns  of  praise  to  the  Lord  of  the  Sabbath, 

Sweetly  echo  there. 

Chorus— To  the  Sunday-school  rejoicing  we  will  go,  etc. 

Away!  away!  f -r  the  moments  are  flying, 

Time  fi)r  us  will  soon  be  o'er; 
Tfiis  holy  dav  we  will  try  to  improve  it, 

Ere  its  light  is  o'er. 

Chorus — To  the  Sunday-school  rejoicing  we  will  go,  etc. 

Away  !  away!  not  a  moment  to  linger, 

Haste  we  now  with  footsi^p  free, 
Whpre  those  wh  >  love  iu  tl:o  vineyard  to  labor 

Wait  ("or  you  and  me. 

Chorus — To  the  Sunday-school  rejoicing  wo  will  go,  etc. 


SABBATH    BCnOOL    HYMNS.  171 


MIGHTY   TO    SAVE. 

[From  the  Fresh  Laurels,  page  82.] 

There  is  light  in  the  valley  once  shrouded  with  darkness, 
Hope  sheds  her  briglit  ray  o'er  the  gloom  of  the  grave, 

A  S-iviotir,  ascending,  fills  earth  wiih  his  brightness, 
'Tis  Jesus,  'tis  Jesus,  the  mighty  to  save. 

Chorus  —  Mighty  to  save,  mighty  to  save, 

"lis  Jesus,  'lis  Jesus,  the  mighty  to  save. 


O'er  the  dark  realms  of  death,  shines  a  halo  of  glory, 
The  tyrant  no  longer  exerts  his  dread  sway; 

His  dark  reign  is  ended,  his  scepter  is  broken, 
Heuceforih  all  his  subjects,  his  subjects  are  free. 

Chorus  —  Mighty  to  save,  etc. 


Sliout  aloud,  ye  redeemed  ones,  repeat  the  glad  story, 
And  sing,  all  ye  ransomed  from  death's  dismal  thrall; 

lu  triumph  ascend  to  the  mansions  of  glory, 
Forever,  forever  restored  from  the  fall. 

CnoKUS  —  Mighty  to  save,  etc. 


There,  0  there,  on  the  banks  of  the  beautifulriver, 
Shall  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  rise; 

While  angels  aud  saints,  reunired  forever,       ' 
Unite  in  the  chorus  that  gladdens  the  skies. 

CuoRQS  —  Mighty  to  save,  etc 


172  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

IN  A  MANGER  LAID  SO  LOWLY. 

[From  the  Fresh  Laurels,  page  84.] 

In  a  manger  laid  so  lowly, 

Came  the  Prince  of  Pt  ace  to  earth  ; 
"While  a  choir  of  angels  holy, 
Saug  to  celebrate  his  birth. 
"  Glory  in  the  highest," 
Sang  the  glad  angelic  strain ; 
"  Glory  in  the  highest," 
"Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men," 
"  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men." 


As  the  wise  men  from  far  Persia 

Brought  rich  gifts  to  Jewry's  King, 
Grateful  love,  a  richer  treasure, 
"Would  we  as  our  offering  bring. 
"Glory  in  the  highest," 
Let  us  join  th'  angelic  strain; 
"  Glory  in  the  highest," 
"Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men," 
"Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men." 


"Where  Christ's  joyful  kingdom  cometh, 

Deserts  blossom  as  the  rose  ; 
And  God's  gracious  rain  descendeth, 
Whtre  the  coral  island  grows. 
"  Glory  in  the  highest," 
*     Once  more  sing  th'  angelic  strain ; 
"  Glory  in  tlie  hiehest," 
"  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men," 
"  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men." 


SAEBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  1Y3 


MY   HOME   IS   THERE. 

[From  the  Fresh  Laurels,  page  94.] 

Above  the  waves  of  earthly  strife, 
Above  the  ills  and  cares  of  life, 
Where  all  is  peacefuJ,  bright,  and  fair; 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 


Chorus  — 

My  beautiful  home,  my  beautiful  home. 

In  the  land  where  the  glorified  ever  shall  roam, 
Where  angels  bright  wear  crowns  of  light. 

My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 
My  beautiful,  beautiful  home. 

My  beautiful  home,  in  the  land  where  the  glorified 
ever  shall  roam. 
Where    angels,   angels  bright,    wear    crowns,  wear 
crowns  of  light, 

My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 


Where  living  fountains  sweetly  flow, 
Where  buds  and  flowers  immortal  grow 
Where  trees  their  fruits  celestial  bear; 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 

Choues  —  My  beautiful  home,  etc. 


Away  from  sorrow,  doubt  and  pain. 
Away  from  worldly  loss  and  gam, 
From  all  temptation,  tears  and  care ; 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 

Chorus  —  My  beautiful  home,  etc. 


174:  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Bo.yond  the  brij,'ht  nnd  pearly  gate?, 
Where  Jeans,  loving:  Sivionr,  wnits. 
Where  all  i.H  peacefnl,  brijiht  and  fair; 
My  liome  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 

Chorus  —  My  beautiful  home    etc. 


WILL  THE  ANGELS  COME  TO  ME  ? 

[From  the  Fresh  Laurels,  page  114.] 

Oh,  I  see  the  shining  angels, 

Gath'ring  round  my  dying  bed, 
With  their  harps  and  crown  of  glory; 

Thus  a  faithful  mother  said, 
While  celestial  songs  were  ringing 

Thro'  the  heavenly  courts  above, 
Seraphs  from  glory  bringing 

Blessed  words  of  peace  and  love. 

CnOEUS  —  When  I  near  death's  stormy  billow. 

And  earth's  scenes  no  more  can  see, 
When  I  press  my  dying  pillow, 
Will  the  angels  come  to  me? 
%  Will  they  come,  will  they  come, 
Will  the  angels  come  to  me, 
Will  they  come,  will  they  come  ? 
Will  they  come, 
Will  the  angels  come  to  me  ? 

Will  they  come,  will  they  come, 
Will  they  come,  will  they  come, 
Will  they  come? 

Earthly  joys.  I  know,  are  fleeting; 

Earthly  pleasures  quickly  go; 
But,  the  joys  that  last  forever. 

From  the  heavenly  fountain  flow  I 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYilXS. 


175 


"When  released  from  life's  short  duty, 
My  pl.id  spirit  would  be  free: — 

From  timt  laud  of  peace  and  beauty, 
"Will  the  angels  coma  to  me? 

Chorus  —  "When  I  near  deaih'a  stormy  billow,  etc 

Oil,  how  sweet  to  feel  their  presence, 

In  the  huslied  and  silent  room; 
With  their  Krijrht  aud  shimng  fnces. 

Gilding  all  ihe  dreaded  erloom! 
"When  from  loved  friends  I've  parted. 

And  their  tears  are  flowing  free; 
"When  from  Jordan's  banks  I've  started, 

"Will  the  angels  come  to  me  ? 

Chorus  —  "When  I  near  death's  stormy  billow,  etc 


GOING  HOME. 

[From  the  Little  Sunbeam,  page  24.] 

"We're  going  to  a  happy  home, 

GT)ing  home,  going  home  ; 
To  join  with  those  before  us  gone, 

Going  home,  going  home. 
To  clasp  again  in  fond  embrace, 

The  loved  ones  of  that  happy  place, 
And  see  our  Saviour  face  to  face, 

Going  home,  going  home. 

Chorus  —  Going  home,  going  home. 
Yes,  we're  going:  home; 
"We'll  cladly  shout  when  death  draws  near, 
"We're  goiug,  going  home. 

01  peaceful  is  that  blessed  shore. 

Going  home,  poinjr  home; 
"Where  ills  of  life  afflict  no  more. 

Going  home,  going  home. 


176  SABBATH   scnooL   UYimS. 

The  sorrowing  pilgrim  finds  release, 
The  weary  rest  in  perfect  peace, 

And  pain  nnd  death  forever  cease, 
Going  home,  going  home. 

Chorus  —  Going  home,  going  home,  etc. 

"We  are  going,  0,  what  joys  arise  I 

Going  home,  going  home, 
Hopes  of  that  blissful  paradise. 

Going  home,  going:  home. 
Then  let  our  feeble  bodies  die, 

"We  have  a  mansion  in  the  sky, 
"We'll  'gladly  shout  when  death  is  nigh, 

Going  home,  going  home. 

Chorus- — Going  home,  going  '  ome,  etc. 


*' WAITING,   ONLY   WAITING." 

[From  the  Little  Sunbeam,  page  50.] 

Only  waiting  till  the  shadows  * 

Are  a  little  longer  grown. 
Only  waiting  till  the  glimmer 

Of  the  day's  last  beam  is  flown. 
Till  the  night  of  earth  is  faded 

From  the  heart  once  full  of  day  — 
Till  the  stars  of  heaven  are  breaking, 

Thro'  the  twilig'nt  soft  and  gray. 

Chorus  —  "Waiting,  waiting,  waiting  till  the  shadows 
"V\''aitmg,  waiting,  waiting  till  the  shadows, 
Are  a  little  longer  grown. 

Only  waiting  till  the  reapers 

Have  the  last  sheaf  "gathered  home; 
For  the  summer  time  is  faded, 

And  the  autumn  winds  have  ccir.e 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HT^INS.  177 

Quickly,  reapers,  quickly  gather, 
The  last  ripe  hours  of  my  heart, 

For  the  bloom  of  life  is  withered, 
And  I  hasten  to  depart. 

Chorus  —  "Waiting,  waiting,  etc. 

Only  waiting  till  the  angels. 

Open  wide  the  mystic  gate, 
At  whose  feet  I  long  have  lingered, 

"Weary,  poor  and  desolate. 
Even  now  I  hear  their  footsteps, 

And  their  voices  far  away, 
If  they  call  me  I  am  waiting. 

Only  waiting  to  obey. 
Chorus  —  Waiting,  waiting,  etc. 

Only  waiting  till  the  shadows 

Are  a  little  longer  grown, 
Only  waiting  till  the  glimmer 

Of  the  day's  last  beam  is  done; 
Then,  from  out  the  gathering  darkness, 

Holy,  deathless  stars  arise. 
By  whose  light  my  soul  shall  gladly 

Tread  its  pathway  to  the  skies. 
Chorus  —  "Waiting,  waiting,  etc. 


PLEA   FOR   MERCY. 

[From  the  Singing  Pilgrim,  page  14.] 

Depth  of  mercy  can  there  be, 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear, 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare? 

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178  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Chorus  —  God  is  love,  I  know,  I  feel; 

Jesus  weeps  and  loves  me  still; 
Jesus  weeps,  lie  weeps  and  loves  me  still. 

I  have  long  withstood  his  grace, 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face; 
"Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls; 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

Chords — God  is  love,  etc. 

Now  incline  me  to  repent; 
Let  me  now  my  sins  lament, 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore, 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

Chorus  —  God  is  love,  etc. 

There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 
Shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his  hands; 
God  is  love,  I  know,  I  feel; 
Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  stilJ. 
Chorus  —  God  is  love,  etc. 


ZEPHYR. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  11.] 

Soft  be  the  gently  breathing  notes. 
That  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love ; 

Soft  as  the  evening  zephyr  floats, 
And  soft  as  tuneful  lyres  above. 

Soft  as  the  morning  dews  descend, 
"While  warbling  birds  exulting  soar ; 

So  soft  to  our  almighty  Friend 
Be  every  sigh  our  bosoms  pour. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  179 

Pure  as  the  sun's  enliveniDg  ray, 

That  scatters  life  and  joy  abroad ; 
Pure  as  the  lucid  orb  of  day, 

That  wide  proclaims  its  Maker,  God. 


THE  CROSS  OF  CHRIST. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  21.] 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time ; 

All  the  hght  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 


When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 
Hopes  deceive  and  fears  annoy, 

Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me; 
Lo  I  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 


When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 
Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 

From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  new  luster  to  the  day. 

Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 
By  the  cross  are  sanctified ; 

Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 


In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time ; 

All  the  lights  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 


180  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

CHILDREN'S  PRAISES. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  16.]] 
"When  Ilosannaa  loud  resounding 

Rang  through  Salem  joyfully, 
As  the  Saviour  camo  in  triumph, 

Children's  voices  rose  on  high, 
Hymning  out  the  joyful  chorus. 

Shouting:  forth  the  glad  acclaim, 
"Mighty  King,  the  son  of  David, 

Coming  in  Jehovah's  name." 

Jesua  heard  their  little  voices. 

And  with  gentle,  loving  face, 
Smiled  upon  the  happy  childrea 

Subjects  of  his  royal  grace ; 
Hushed  the  haughty  priests  to  silence 

By  the  old  prophetic  word: 
*'  Forth  from  infant  lips  perfected, 

Praise  shall  come  before  the  Lord." 

Still  the  mighty  King  of  Salem 

Comes  in  holy  triumph  nigh, 
Still  hosannas,  loud  resounding, 

Rise  from  infant  tongues  on  high, 
Still  the  skeptic  and  the  scoffer 

Sneer  and  ridicule  the  song. 
And  the  Saviour  smiles  as  sweetly 

On  the  happy  infant  throng. 

In  the  day  when  gathered  millions 

Sing  hosannas,  far  away, 
'Mid  the  shining  hosts  of  angels. 

Infant  tongues  shall  swell  the  lay. 
Come  then,  children,  to  the  Saviour, 

Sweetest  welcome  wails  you  here; 
And  with  those  bright  hosts  in  heaven, 

You  shall  sing  his  praises  there. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  181 

"PRECIOUS  IS  THE  TIME." 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  45.] 

We  must  labor  while  'tis  day, 

Precious  is  the  time ; 
Soon  the  light  will  fade  away, 

Precious  is  the  time  ; 
Whatsoe'er  we  fiad  to  do, 
Let  U8  with  our  might  pursue. 
Keeping  still  one  thought  in  view, 
Precious  is  the  time. 

Precious  is  the  time,  friends ! 
Precious  is  the  time,  friends  1 
"We  must  labor  while  'tis  day, 
Precious  is  the  time. 

Do  we  try  the  right  to  choose, 

Precious  is  the  time ; 
Not  a  moment  should  we  lose, 

Precious  is  the  time ; 
Life  is  like  a  morning  flower, 
Blooming  in  a  fragrant  bower. 
Drooping,  dying  in  an  hour. 

Precious  is  the  time. 

Precious  is  the  time,  etc. 

Have  we  sought  our  Father's  love  ? 

Precious  is  the  time ; 
Live  we  for  our  home  above  ? 

Precious  is  the  time; 
Do  we  daily  kneel  in  prayer, 
Thanking  God  for  all  his  care. 
Grateful  for  the  gifts  we  share? 

Precious  is  the  time. 
Precious  is  the  time,  etc. 


182  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

We  must  labor  while  'tis  day, 

Precious  is  the  time  ; 
Soon  thy  light  will  fade  awaj, 

Precious  is  the  time  ; 
Whatsoe'er  we  find  to  do, 
Let  us  with  our  might  pursue, 
Keeping  still  one  thought  in  view, 

Precious  is  the  time. 
Precious  is  the  time,  etc 

GO  AND  TELL  JESUS. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  61.] 
Go  and  tell  Jesus,  weary,  sin- sick  soul, 

He'll  ease  thee  of  thy  burden,  make  thee  whole ; 
Look  up  to  him,  he  only  can  forgive, 

Believe  on  him  and  thou  shalt  surely  live. 
Go  and  tell  Jesus, 

He  only  can  forgive. 
Go  and  tell  Jesus, 

0  turn  to  him  and  live. 
Go  and  tell  Jesus, 
Go  and  tell  Jesus, 
Go  and  tell  Jesus, 
He  only  can  forgive. 

Go  and  tell  Jesus,  when  your  sins  arise 
Like  mountains  of  deep  guilt  before  your  eyes : 

His  blood  was  spilt,  his  precious  life  he  gave. 
That  mercy,  peace  and  pardon  you  might  have. 
Go  and  tell  Jesus,  etc. 

Go  and  tell  Jesus,  he'll  dispel  thy  fears. 

Will  calm  thy  doubts,  and  wipe  away  thy  tears; 

He'll  take  thee  in  his  arm,  and  on  h'S  breast 
Thou  mayst  be  happy,  and  forever  rest. 
Go  and  tell  Jesus,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  183 

JESUS'  LITTLE  LAMB. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  43.] 

I  am  Jesus'  little  Lamb, 
Therefore  glad  and  gay  I  am ; 
Jesus  loves  mo,  Jesus  knows  me, 
All  that's  good  and  fair  he  shows  me, 
Tends  me  every  day  the  same, 
Even  calls  me  by  my  name. 

Out  and  in  I  safely  go, 
"Want  or  hunger  never  know; 
Soft  green  pastures  he  discloseth, 
"Where  his  happy  flock  reposeth ; 
"When  I  faint  or  thirsty  be, 
To  the  brook  he  leadeth  me. 

Should  not  I  be  glad  and  gay  ? 
In  this  blessed  fold  all  day ; 
By  this  Holy  Shepherd  tended, 
"Whose  kind  arms,  when  life  is  ended, 
Bear  me  to  the  world  of  light  ? 
Yes !  oh,  yes,  my  lot  is  bright  1 


SLEEPING  IN  JESUS. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  11.] 
Asleep  in  Jesus  I  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose. 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

Asleep  in  Jesus  I  oh,  how  sweet, 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet  1 
"With  holy  confidence  to  sing 
That  death  has  lost  its  cruel  sting. 


184  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Asleep  in  Jesus  I  peaceful  rest, 
"Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  the  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

Asleep  in  Jesus!  oh,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be; 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  a  summons  from  on  high. 


THANKSGIVING  ANTHEM, 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  64.] 

Let  every  heart  rejoice  and  sing; 

Let  choral  anthems  rise  ; 
Ye  reverend  men  and  children  bring 
To  God  your  sacrifice. 

For  He  is  good ;  the  Lord  is  good. 

And  kind  are  all  his  ways  ; 
"With  songs,  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

The  Lord  Jehovah  praise : 
"While  the  rocks  and  the  rills, 

"While  the  vales  and  the  hills, 
A  glorious  anthem  raise. 
Let  each  prolong  the  grateful  song, 

And  the  G-od  of  our  fathers  praise, 
Let  each  prolong  the  grateful  song. 
And  the  God  of  our  fathers  praise. 

He  bids  the  sun  to  rise  and  set ; 

In  heav'n  his  power  is  known  ; 
And  earth,  subdued  to  him,  shall  yet 

-Bow  low  before  his  throne. 

For  he  is  good ;  the  Lord  is  good,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  185 

JESUS  IS  MINE. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  89,1 
Fade,  fade  each  earthly  joy, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Break  every  tender  tie, 

Jesus  is  mine  ; 
Dark  is  the  wilderness, 
Earth  has  no  resting  place, 
Jesus  alone  can  bless, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

Tempt  not  my  soul  away, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Here  would  I  ever  stay, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Perishing  things  of  clay, 
Born  but  for  one  brief  day. 
Pass  from  my  heart  away, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

Farewell,  ye  dreams  of  night, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Lost  in  this  dawning  light, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
All  that  my  soul  has  tried, 
Left  but  a  dismal  void, — 
Jesus  has  satisfied, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

Farewell  mortality, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Welcome  eternity, 

Jesus  is  mine  ; 
"Welcome,  0  loved  and  blest, 
Welcome  sweet  scenes  of  rest. 
Welcome  my  Saviour's  breast, 

Jesus  is  mine. 


186  SABBATH   SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

A  BRIGHT  AND  GLORIOUS  KINGDOM. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  90.] 
There  is  a  glorious  kingdom. 
A  kingdom  bright  and  fair, 
And  many  little  children 

Wait  on  the  good  King  there. 
Yes,  children,  children 
Are  in  that  glorious  kingdom, 
That  kingdom,  that  kingdom. 
That  kingdom  bright  and  fair. 

0,  in  that  glorious  kingdom 
Is  built  a  throne  of  gold ; 
Its  ornaments  are  jewels, 
With  riches  all  untold. 
A  kingdom,  kingdom, 
A  bright  and  glorious  kingdom, 
A  kingdom,  a  kingdom, 
A  kingdom  bright  and  fair. 

O,  in  that  glorious  kingdom. 

And  on  that  golden  throne. 
There  reigns  the  blessed  Saviour, 
Those  children  are  his  own. 
Yes,  children,  children, 
Are  in  that  glorious  kingdom; 
That  kingdom,  that  kingdom, 
That  kingdom  bright  and  fair. 

And  in  that  glorious  kingdom, 
Around  the  throne  of  gold, 
Are  throngs  of  children's  angels, 
Their  numbers  are  untold. 
Yes,  angels,  angels 
Are  in  that  glorious  kingdom  ; 
That  kingdom,  that  kingdom, 
That  kingdom  bright  and  fair. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  187 

The  cbildren  of  that  kingdom, 

Around  that  glorious  throne. 
Have  palms  and  crowns  of  victory, 
And  harps  of  sweetest  tone. 
All  singing,  singing. 
There  in  that  glorious  kingdom ; 
That  kingdom,  that  kingdom. 
That  kingdom  bright  and  fair. 

And  now  they  lift  their  voices 

In  praises  loud  and  sweet. 
And  cast  their  crowns  of  victory 
Down  at  their  Saviour's  feet. 
Of  victory,  victory, 

Their  crowns,  their  crowns  of  victory ; 
Of  victory,  of  victory, 
Their  crowns  at  Jesus'  feet. 

Come,  all  who  love  that  kingdom, 
That  kingdom  bright  and  fair  ; 
Come,  give  your  hearts  to  Jesus, 
And  dwell  forever  there. 
And  praise  him,  praise  him 
Forever  in  that  kingdom  ; 
That  kingdom,  that  kingdom, 
That  kingdom  bright  and  fair. 


DEATH  OF  A  SCHOLAR. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  102.] 
Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 

Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze  ; 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening. 

When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 


188  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Peaceful  be  thy  sileut  slumber, 
Peaceful  ia  the  grave  so  low ; 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number, 
.  Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 

Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us, 
Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  f^el ; 

But  'tis  God  that  hast  bereft  us; 
He  can  still  our  sorrow  heal. 

Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee. 
When  the  day  of  life  is  fled  ; 

Then,  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 
Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 


THE  CHILDREN'S  JUBILEE. 

[From  the  Sunday  School  Banner,  page  100.] 

Hosanna,  hosanna,  hosanna ! 

Hosanna  be  the  children's  song. 
To  Christ  the  children's  King, 

His  praise  to  whom  our  souls  belong. 
Let  all  the  children  sing. 

Hosanna  then  our  songs  shall  be, 

Hosanna  to  our  King, 

This  is  the  children's  jubilee, 

Let  all  the  children  sing. 

This  is  the  children's  jubilee,  jubilee,  jubilee, 

This  is  the  children's  jubilee. 

Let  all  the  children  sing. 

Hosanna  here  in  joyful  bands, 

Teachers,  and  taught,  proclaim. 
And  hail  with  voices,  hearts,  and  hands, 

Our  loving  Saviour's  name. 
Hosanna,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  189 

Hosanna  on  the  wings  of  night, 

O'er  earth  and  ocean  fly, 
Till  morn  to  eve,  and  noon  to  night, 

And  heaven  to  earth  reply. 
Hosanna,  etc. 

Hosanna,  sound  from  church  and  hall, 

Let  every  voice  ascend. 
And  this  my  watchword,  one  and  all, 

Hosanna,  praise  the  Lord. 
Hosanna,  etc. 


JOY  AT  THE  CROSS. 

[From  the  Sunday  School  Banner,  page  39.] 
Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

"Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 

Love  and  grief,  my  heart  dividing, 
With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe ; 

Constant  still,  in  faith  abidmg. 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie; 
"While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye. 

Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  his  blood ; 
Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing, 

Plead,  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 


190  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

BRING  IN  THE  LAMBS. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  86.] 
"Welcome  kind  friends  and  teachers  dear, 
Ye  who  have  toiled  from  year  to  year, 
To  lead  us  up  the  heavenly  way, 
And  teach  us  how  to  watch  and  pray. 
Bring  in  the  lambs,  the  tender  lambs, 
0  bring  them,  bring  them  in  to  Jesus'  fold. 
Bring  in  the  lambs,  the  tender  lambs, 
0  bring  them,  bring  them  in  to  Jesus'  fold. 

*'  Soon  ye  shall  reap  if  ye  faint  not ;" 
(0,  let  that  truth  be  ne'er  forgot ;) 
"  "Wait  on  the  Lord," — "  your  strength  renew," 
"Be  zealous,"  and  be  hopeful,  too. 
Bring  in  the  lambs,  the  tender  lambs,  etc. 

Bring  in  the  lambs,  while  yet  ye  may 
Ere  Satan  claims  them  for  his  prey : 
So  "  ye  shall  shine  as  stars  of  light," 
In  yonder  heaven  so  fair  and  bright. 
Bring  in  the  lambs,  the  tender  lambs,  etc. 

High,  high  the  heavenly  rapture  burns, 
"Whene'er  a  prodigal  returns! 
Strive,  strive  that  rapture  to  prolong. 
Till  earth  shall  echo  back  the  song. 

Bring  in  the  lambs,  the  tender  lambs,  etc. 

OLD  HUNDRED. 

[From  the  New  Golden  Chain,  page  101.]. 
Be  thou,  0  God,  exalted  high, 

And  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed, 

Till  thou  art  here  as  there  obeyed. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  191 

ZION'S  PILGRIM. 

[From  the  New  Golden  Chain,  page  26.] 

Pilgrims  we  are  to  Canaan  bound, 

Our  journey  lies  along  this  road ; 
This  wilderness  we  travel  round, 
To  reach  the  city  of  our  God. 
0  happy  pilgrims,  spotless  fair, 
What  makes  your  robes  so  white  appear? 
Our  robes  are  washed  in  Jesus'  blood, 
And  we  are  traveling  home  to  God. 

A  few  more  days,  or  weeks,  or  years, 

In  this  dark  desert  to  complain ; 
A  few  more  sighs,  a  few  more  tears, 

And  we  shall  bid  adieu  to  pain. 
0  happy  pilgrims,  etc. 

0  blessed  land  I  0  happy  land  I 

When  shall  we  reach  thy  golden  shore, 

And  one  redeemed,  unbroken  band, 
United  be  forever  more  ? 
0  happy  pilgrims,  etc. 

And  if  our  robes  are  pure  and  white, 
May  we  all  reach  that  blessed  abode  ? 

0  yes,  they  all  shall  dwell  in  light. 

Whose  robes  are  washed  in  Jesus'  blood.' 
0  happy  pilgrims,  eta 

We  all  shall  reach  that  golden  shore. 
If  here  we  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 

Strait  is  the  way,  and  strait  the  door. 
And  none  but  pilgrims  find  the  way. 
0  happy  pilgrims,  etc. 


192  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

0,  may  we  meet  at  last  above, 

Amid  the  holy  blood-washed  throng, 

And  sing  forever  Jesus'  love. 

While  saints  and  angels  join  the  song. 
0  happy  pilgrims,  etc. 


CHRIST  ALL  IN  ALL. 

[From  the  New  Golden  Chain,  page  73.] 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken. 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee ;  • 

Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be; 
Perish  every  fond  ambition — 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known, 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  cmdition, — 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

Lot  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

They  have  lefc  my  Saviour,  too  : 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me: 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue. 
Oh  I  while  thou  dost  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love  and  might  I 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me; 

Shov/  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

Perish,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  : 

Come  disaster,  scorn  and  pain; 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 

"With  thy  favor  life  is  gain : 
Oh!  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 
Oh  !  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me — 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  193 

OF  SUCH  IS  THE  KINGDOM. 

[From  Happy  Voices,  page  65.] 

Round  the  throne  in  glory 
Happy  children  throng, 
And  redemption's  story 

"Wakes  the  harp  and  song. 
On  the  verdant  mountain, 
By  the  shining  stream, 
Or  the  liviug  fountain, 
Jesus  is  their  theme. 
Glory  to  the  Lamb, 
Praise  him  and  adore ; 
Glory  to  the  Lamb 
Forever  more. 

Robes  of  snowy  whiteness, 

Beautiful  and  rare ; 
Crowns  of  radiant  brightness, 

Such  those  children  wear: 
Safe  from  death's  bereavement, 

Sorrow  and  the  grave, 
Free  from  sin's  enslavement, 

Yict'ry's  palm  they  wave. 
Glory  to  the  Lamb,  etc. 

Now  the  skillful  fingers 

Sweep  the  golden  lyre  ; 
Not  a  harper  lingers 

In  that  ransomed  choir  ; 
Yoices  sweetly  blending 

With  the  tuneful  string, 
To  the  throne  ascending, 

Praise  the  heavenly  King. 
Glory  to  the  Lamb,  etc. 

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194  SABBATH    SCnOOL    HYMNS. 

Children  now  sojourning 

In  a  world  of  sin, 
Prom  your  follies  turning, 

Strive  to  enter  in: 
Let  your  young  affections 

Round  the  Saviour  twine; 
And  'mid  heaven's  attractions 

You  shall  sing  and  shine. 
Glory  to  the  Lamb,  etc. 

JERUSALEM  ABOVE. 

[From  Happy  Voices,  page  157.] 
Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

Name  ever  dear  to  me, 
"When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 

In  joy  and  peace  and  thee  ? 

"When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold? 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 

And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

Oh,  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
"Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

There  happier  bowers  than  Eden  bloom, 

Nor  sin,  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blest  seats,  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 

I  onward  press  to  you. 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home. 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 

"When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  195 

THE  ]\rERCY-SEAT, 

[From  the  Golden  Shower,  page  10.] 
From  ev'ry  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  ev'ry  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  Mercy-seat. 
The  Mercy-seat,  the  Mercy-seat, 
The  blessed  Mercy-seat. 
The  Mercy-seat,  the  Mercy-seat, 
The  blessed  Mercy-seat. 

There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 

The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads ; 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet, 

It  is  the  blood-bought  Mercy-seat. 
The  Mercy-seat,  etc. 

There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 

"Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend, 

Tho'  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  Mercy-seat. 
The  Mercy- seat,  etc. 

There — there  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more, 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet. 
And  glory  crowns  the  Mercy-seat. 
The  Mercy-seat,  etc. 

THE  HOPE  OF  HEAVEN. 

[From  Happy  Voices,  page  155.] 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 

And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 


196  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Should  eartli  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home. 

My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all — 

There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

ONCE  MORE  OUR  YOUTHFUL 
THRONG. 

[From  the  Golden  Censer,  page  122.] 
Once  more  our  youthful  throng 

In  sweetest  union  raise 
To  God  our  choral  song 
Of  gratitude  and  praise. 

When  shall  we  join  the  holy  angels, 
Tuning  their  harps  on  yonder  happy  shore  ? 
When  in  the  smiling  fields  of  Eden, 
When  shall  we  meet  the  loved  ones  gone  before? 
Hallelujah,  sweetly  sinoring. 
Through  eternal  ages  ringing. 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah, 
Praises  to  the  Lamb. 

Prom  yonder  world  of  light 

Our  Father  bends  His  ear, 
With  angels  robed  in  white, 

Our  grateful  song  to  hear. 
When  shall  we  join,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  197 

His  eye,  that  never  sleeps, 

"With  ever  watchful  care, 
His  faithful  children  keeps 

From  each  besetting  snare. 
When  shall  we  join,  etc. 

Dear  Saviour,  may  we  rest 

Our  hearts,  our  hopes  on  thee ; 
Reposing  on  tby  breast, 

From  every  danger  free. 
When  shall  we  join,  etc. 

WHILE  YOU'RE  YOUNG, 

[From  Happy  Voices,  page  31.] 

Oh  wont  you  be  a  Christian 

While  you're  young? 
Oh  wont  you  be  a  Christian 

While  you're  young  ? 
Don't  think  it  will  be  better 
To  delay  it  until  later, 
But  remember  your  Creator 

While  you're  young. 

Oh  wont  you  love  the  Saviour 

While  you're  young  ? 
For  you  he  left  his  glory 
And  embraced  a  cross  so  gory ; 
Wont  you  heed  the  melting  story 

While  you're  young? 

Remember,  death  may  find  you 

While  you're  young: 
For  friends  are  often  weeping, 
.  And  the  stars  their  watch  are  keeping 
O'er  the  grassy  graves,  where  sleeping 

Lie  the  young. 


198  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Oh,  walk  the  path  to  glory 

While  you're  young : 
And  Jesus  will  befriend  you, 
And  from  danger  will  defend  you, 
And  a  peace  divine  will  send  you 

"While  you're  young. 

Then  wont  you  be  a  Christian 

While  you're  young  ? 
Why  from  the  future  borrow, 
When,  ere  comes  another  morrow, 
You  may  weep  in  endless  sorrow 

While  you're  young? 


WILL  YOU  MEET  US? 

[From  Happy  Voices,  page  108.] 

Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us, 

Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us, 

Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us. 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ? 

By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 
Where  parting  is  no  more. 

Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever, 

Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever, 

Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever. 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah, 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah, 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah, 

Forever,  evermore. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HY:MNS.  199 

THE  GOSPEL  BANNER, 

[From  Happy  Voices,  page  128.] 
Now  be  the  gospel  banner 

In  every  land  unfurled, 
And  be  the  shout  Hosanna 

Re-echoed  through  the  world: 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue, 
Receive  the  great  salvation. 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 

Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  forever, 

0  Jesus,  King  of  kings  ! 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor 

Each  ransomed  captive  sings : 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise. 
The  hills  and  valleys  greeting. 

The  soDg  responsive  raise. 

0,  SAY,  WILL  YOU  BE  THERE! 

[From  the  New  Golden  Chain,  page  108.] 
Beyond  this  life  of  hopes  and  fears, 
Beyond  this  world  of  griefs  and  tears. 

There  is  a  region  fair. 
It  knows  no  change  and  no  decay, 
No  night,  but  one  unending  day. 
Oh  say,  will  you  be  there  ? 
Oh  say,  will  you  be  there  ? 
Oh  sa/,  oh  say,  oh  say,  will  you  be  there  ? 

Its  glorious  gates  are  closed  to  sin ; 
Nought  that  defiles  can  enter  in 

To  mar  its  beauty  rare. 
Upon  that  bright,  eternal  shore, 
Earth's  bitter  curse  is  known  no  more. 
Oh  say,  will  you  bo  there  ? 


200  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

No  drooping  form,  no  tearful  eye, 
No  hoary  head,  no  weary  sigh, 

No  pain,  no  grief,  no  care ; 
But  joys  which  mortals  may  not  know, 
Like  a  calm  river,  ever  flow. 
Oh  say,  will  you  be  there  ? 

Our  Saviour,  once  as  mortal  child, 
As  mortal  man,  by  man  reviled, 

There  many  crowns  doth  wear ; 
While  thousand  thousands  swell  the  strain 
Of  glory  to  the  Lamb  once  slain ! 
Oh  say,  will  you  be  there  ? 

"Who  shall  be  there  ?     The  lowly  here — 
All  those  who  serve  the  Lord  in  fear. 

The  world's  proud  mockery  dare  : 
Who,  by  the  Holy  Spirit  led, 
Rejoice  the  narrow  path  to  tread: — 

Oh,  they  shall  all  be  there ! 
Oh  say,  will  you  be  there? 

Those  who  have  learnt  at  Jesus'  cross 
All  earthly  gain  to  count  but  loss, 

So  that  his  love  th^y  share ; 
Who.  gazing  on  the  Crucified, 
By  faith  can  say,   "  For  me  he  died ;" 

Oh,  they  shall  all  be  there  ! 
Oh  say,  will  you  be  there  ? 

Will  you  be  there  ?     You  shall,  you  must, 
If,  hating  sin,  in  Christ  you  trust, 

Who  did  that  place  prepare. 
Still  doth  his  voice  sound  sweetly,  "  Come  1 
I  am  the  way — I'll  lead  you  home — 

With  me,  you  shall  be  there!" 
Oh  say,  will  you  be  there  ? 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  201 

WE  WON'T  GIVE  UP  THE  BIBLE, 

[From  Happy  Voices,  page  72.] 

"Wo  won't  give  up  the  Bible, 
God's  holy  book  of  truth, 
The  blessed  staff  of  hoary  age, 

The  guide  of  early  youth. 
The  lamp  which  sheds  a  glorious  light 

O'er  every  dreary  road, 
The  voice  which  speaks  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  leads  us  home  to  Gud. 
"We  won't  give  up  the  Bible, 
God's  holy  book  of  truth, 
The  blessed  staff  of  hoary  age, 
The  guide  of  early  youth. 


We  won't  give  up  the  Bible, 

For  it  alone  can  tell 
The  way  to  save  our  ruined  souls 

From  perishing  in  hell. 
And  it  alone  can  tell  us  how 

"We  can  have  hopes  of  heaven, 
That  through  the  Saviour's  precious  blood 

Our  sins  may  be  forgiven. 
We  won't  give  up  the  Bible,  etc. 


"We  won't  give  up  the  Bible, 

"We'll  shout  it  far  and  wide, 
"CTntil  the  echo  shall  be  heard 

Beyond  the  rolling  tide; 
Till  all  shall  know  that  we,  though  young, 

"Withstand  each  treach'rous  art, 
And  that  from  God's  own  sacred  word 

We'll  never,  never  part. 
We  won't  give  up  the  Bible,  etc. 


202  SABBATH    SCnOOL    HYMNS. 

CHRISTMAS  CAROL. 

[From  Happy  Voices,  page  161.] 

We  three  kings  of  Orient  are ; 
Bearing  gifts  we  traverse  afar 
Field  and  fountain, 
Moor  and  mountain. 
Following  yonder  star. 

Oh,  star  of  wonder,  star  of  night, 
,  Star  "with  royal  beauty  bright, 

Westward  leading, 
Still  proceeding. 
Guide  us  to  the  perfect  light. 

Born  a  King  on  Bethlehem's  plain, 
Gold  I  bring  to  crown  him  again — 

King  forever, 

Ceasing  never 
Over  us  all  to  reign. 

Oh,  star  of  wonder,  star  of  night,  etc. 

Frankincense  to  offer  have  I : 
Incense  owns  a  deity  nigh ; 

Prayer  and  praising 

All  men  raising, 
"Worship  him,  God  on  high. 

Oh,  star  of  wonder,  star  of  night,  etc. 

Myrrh  is  mine  :  its  bitter  perfume 
Breathes  a  life  of  gath'ring  gloom — 

Sorrowing,  sighing. 

Bleeding,  dying. 
Sealed  in  the  stone-cold  tomb. 

Oh,  star  of  wonder,  star  of  night,  etc. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL   HYMNS.  203 

Glorious  now  behold  him  arise, 
Kintc  and  God  and  Sacrifice; 

Heaven  singing 

Hallelujah ; 
Joyous  the  earth  replies. 

Oh,  star  of  wonder,  star  of  night,  etc. 


CHRIST  OUR  REFUGE. 

[From  Happy  Voices,  page  56.] 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
"While  the  billows  near  me  roll. 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  oh  mj  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide ; 

Oh  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

Other  refuge  have  I  none ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ; 
Leave,  ah,  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenseless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

Thou,  0  Christ,  art  all  I  want; 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint. 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

I  am  all  unrighteousness; 
Yile  and  full  of  sin  I  am. 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 


204  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

YOUTHFUL  MARINER. 

[From  Happy  Voices,  page  88.] 
Down  the  stream  of  life  they  glide, 

Little  mariners  so  frail ; 
Gently  heaves  the  swelling  tide, 

Softly  blows,  the  fav'ring  gale. 
They  suspect  no  danger  nigh, 
Cloudless  is  the  summer  sky; 
Joy  lights  up  each  youthful  eye 

As  they  gaily  sail. 

But  the  angry  storm  may  blow, 

And  the  srailiog  heavens  grow  dark; 

And  the  hidden  rocks  below 

Rudely  tear  the  trembling  bark; 

Oft  upon  the  listening  ear 

Falls  the  shriek  of  wild  despair, 

From  the  shipwrecked  mariner 
In  his  shattered  bark. 

Heavenly  Pilot,  be  our  guide, 

Youthful  mariners  defend ; 
O'er  the  winds  and  waves  preside. 

In  the  dangerous  hour  befriend ; 
Thou  who  bad'st  the  tempest  cease, 
And  from  peril  didst  release, 
Guide  them  to  the  port  of  peace, 

TVhere  their  fears  shall  end, 

HAPPY  GREETING  TO  ALL. 

[From  lli(i  Oriola,  riig^^  C3.] 
Come,  children,  and  join  in  our  festival  song, 
And  hail  the  sweet  joys  which  this  day  brings  along; 
"We'll  join  our  glad  voices  in  one  hymn  of  praise 
To  God,  who  has  kept  us,  and  lengthened  our  days. 
Happy  greeting  to  all. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  205 

Our  Father  in  heaven,  we  lift  up  to  thee 
Our  voice  of  thanksgiving,  our  glad  jubilee ; 
Oh,  bless  us,  and  guide  us,  dear  Saviour  we  pray. 
That  from  thy  blessed  precepts  we  never  may  stray. 
Happy  greeting  to  all. 

And  if,  ere  this  year  has  drawn  to  a  close, 
Some  loved  one  among  us  in  death  shall  repose, 
Grant.  Lord,  that  the  spirit  in  heaven  may  dwell, 
In  the  bosom  of  Jesus,  where  all  shall  be  well. 
Happy  greeting  to  all. 

Kind  teachers,  we  children  would  thank  you  this  day, 
That  faithfully,  kindly,  you've  taught  us  the  way, 
How  we  may  escape  from  the  world's  sinful  charms, 
And  find  a  safe  refuge  in  Jesus'  loved  arms. 
Happy  greeting  to  all. 

PENITENCE. 

[From  the  Oriola,  page  201.] 
Take  my  heart,  Oh  Father !  take  it ; 

Make  and  keep  it  all  thine  own  : 
Let  thy  spirit  melt  and  break  it; 

Turn  to  flesh  this  heart  of  stone. 
Heavenly  Father,  deign  to  mould  it 

In  obedience  to  thy  will ; 
And,  as  passing  years  unfold  it, 

Keep  it  meek  and  childlike  still. 

Father,  make  it  pure  and  lowly, 

Peaceful,  kind,  and  far  from  strife, 
Turning  from  the  paths  unholy 

Of  this  vain  and  sinful  life. 
May  the  blood  of  Jesus  heal  it, 

And  its  sins  be  all  forgiven : 
Holy  Spirit,  take  and  seal  it; 

Guide  it  in  the  path  to  heaven. 


206  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

JOYFUL  BE  OUR  NUMBERS. 

[From  the  Oriola,  page  220.] 

Joyful,  joyful,  joyful  be  our  numbers, 
Bursting  foith  the  soul  enlivening  lay, 

Swell  the  strain  to  music's  sweetest  murmurs, 
Every  heart  now  hail  this  happy  day, 

Bursting  forth  the  soul-enlivening  lay, 
Hail  1  0  hail !  this  happy,  happy  day. 

From  the  hill  and  valley  far  away, 

"We  come  with  merry  greetings  in  our  lay. 

Often  as  our  festal  day  rolls  round, 
"We  hail  it  ever  with  harmonious  sound. 

Golden  hours  are  fleeting,  like  a  spell, 

"We  meet,  too  soon  to  part  and  say  farewell. 

Give  the  hand  of  friendship  ere  we  part, 
May  Heaven  now  embalm  it  in  each  heart. 


THE  SABBATH  SCHOOL. 

[From  the  Oriola,  page  107.] 

The  Sabbath  school's  a  place  of  prayer, 
I  love  to  meet  my  teachers  there, 
I  love  to  meet  my  teachers  there. 
They  teach  me  there  that  every  one, 
May  find,  in  heaven,  a  happy  home, 
May  find  in  heaven  a  happy  home. 
I  love  to  go — I  love  to  go — 
I  love  to  go  to  Sabbath  school. 
I  love  to  go — I  love  to  go — 
I  love  to  go  to  Sabbath  schooL 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  207 

In  God's  own  book  we're  taught  to  read 

How  Christ  for  sinners  groan'd  and  bled, 
That  precions  blood  a  ransom  gave, 
For  sinful  man — his  soul  to  save. 
I  love  to  go — I  love  to  go — 
I  love  to  go  to  Sabbath  school. 

In  Sabbath  school  we  sing  and  pray, 

And  learn  to  love  the  Sabbath  day ; 
That,  when  on  earth  our  Sabbaths  end, 
A  glorious  rest  in  heaven  we'll  spend. 
I  love  to  go — I  love  to  go — 
I  love  to  go  10  Sabbath  school. 

And  when  our  days  on  earth  are  o'er. 

We'll  meet  in  heaven  to  part  no  more; 
Our  teachers  kind  we  there  shall  greet, 
And  oh  !  what  joy  'twill  be  to  meet 
In  heaven  above — in  heaven  above — 
In  heaven  above,  to  part  no  more. 


KIND  WORDS  CAN  NEVER  DIE, 

[From,  the  Oriola,  page  146.] 

Kind  words  can  never  die, 

Cherished  and  blest, 
God  knows  how  deep  they  lie 

Stored  in  the  breast: 
Like  childhood's  simple  rhymes, 
Said  o'er  a  thousand  times, 
Age  in  all  years  and  climes. 

Distant  and  near. 
Kind  words  can  never  die, 

Never  die,  never  die, 
Kind  words  can  never  die, 

No,  never,  never  die. 


208  SABBATU    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Childhood  can  never  die — 

"Wrecks  of  the  past, 
Float  o'er  the  memory, 

Bright  to  the  last: 
Many  a  happy  thing, 
Many  a  daisy  spring 
Float  o'er  life's  ceaseless  wing, 

Far,  far  away. 
Childhood  can  never  die, 

Never  die,  never  die, 
Childhood  can  never  die, 

No,  never,  never  die. 

Sweet  thouorhts  can  never  die, 

Though,  like  the  flowers. 
Their  brightest  hues  may  fly, 

In  wintry  hours ; 
But  when  the  gentle  dew 
Gives  them  their  charms  anew 
"With  many  an  added  hue, 

They  bloom  again. 
Sweet  thoughts  caa  never  die. 

Never  die,  never  die. 
Sweet  thoughts  can  never  die, 

No,  never,  never  die. 

Our  souls  can  never  die. 

Though  in  the  tomb 
"We  may  all  have  to  lie, 

"Wrapped  in  its  gloom: 
"What  though  the  flesh  decay. 
Souls  pass  in  peace  away, 
Live  through  eternal  day, 

"With  Christ  above. 
Our  souls  can  never  die, 

Never  die,  never  die. 
Our  soula  can  never  die. 

No,  never,  never  die. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  209 

THE  BRIGHT  CROWN, 

[From  the  Oriola,  page  180.] 

Ye  valiant  soldiers  of  the  cross, 

Ye,  happy,  praying  band, 
Though  in  this  world  you  suffer  loss, 

You'll  reach  fair  Canaan's  land ; 
Let  us  never  mind  the  scoffs  nor  the  frowns  of  the 

world, 
For  we've  all  got  the  cross  to  bear, 
It  will  only  make  the  crown  the  brighter  to  shine, 
When  we  have  the  crown  to  wear. 

All  earthly  pleasures  we'll  forsalce, 

When  heaven  appears  in  view, 
In  Jesus'  strength  we'll  undertake 

To  fight  our  passage  through. 
Let  us  never,  etc. 

0,  what  a  glorious  shout  there'll  be, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 
Our  friends  and  Jesus  we  shall  see, 

And  God  shall  say  "  Well  done." 
Let  us  never,  etc. 


COME  AND  SING. 

[From  the  Oriola,  page  78.] 
Come,  and  sing  with  joy  and  gladness, 

Elevate  your  hearts  in  praise ; 
Come,  dismiss  all  gloom  and  sadness, 

High  your  song3  exulting  raise. 
With  th'  angelic  choirs  uniting. 

Sing  of  Jesus'  wondrous  love  ; 
'Tis  a  subject  so  delighting. 

Thrilling  all  the  harps  above. 

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210  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Come,  and  sweetly  tune  your  voices. 

Raise  them  to  a  lofty  strain ; 
Sing  aloud,  while  Heaven  rejoices, 

Shout!  for  Jesus  comes  to  reign; 
Glory,  hear  the  angels  crying. 

Glory  to  the  Saviour's  name ; 
Shall  not  children,  with  them  vieing, 

Here  on  earth  his  praise  proclaim. 

Yes !  it  was  the  Saviour's  pleasure 

That  they  should  not  hold  their  peace : 
And  his  blessings,  without  measure, 

He  bestowed  on  such  as  these : 
Then  to  heaven  high  ascending, 

Shall  our  anthems  quickly  rise  ; 
"With  angelic  voices  blending, 

Far  above  the  azure  skies, 

ALL-SUFFICIENCY  OF  JESUS, 

[From  the  Oriola,  page  91.] 
How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers, 

Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me ; 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim. 

The  fields  sirive  in  vain  to  look  gay; 
Buc  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 

December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume. 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear ; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I — 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year 


SAEBATH    SCHOOL   HYMNS.  211 

My  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Then,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
Oh,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky; 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore; 
Or  take  me  up  to  thee  on  high, 

"Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

JESUS  EVER  NEAR. 

[From  the  Oriola,  page  105.] 
Dear  Saviour,  ever  at  my  side, 

How  loving  thou  must  be 
To  leave  thy  home  in  heaven  to  guard 

A  little  child  like  me. 
Thy  beautiful  and  shiuing  face 

I  see  not,  though  so  near ; 
The  sweetness  of  thy  soft  low  voice 

I  am  too  deaf  to  hear. 

I  cannot  feel  thee  touch  my  hand 

With  pressure  light  and  mild, 
To  check  me,  as  my  mother  did 

"When  I  was  but  a  child. 
But  I  have  felt  thee  in  my  thoughts 

Fightiug  with  sin  for  me.; 
And  when  my  heart  loves  God,  I  know 

The  sweetness  is  from  thee. 

And  when,  dear  Saviour  I  I  kneel  down 

Morning  and  night  to  prayer, 
Something  there  is  within  my  heart 

"Which  tells  me  thou  art  there. 
Yes  1  when  I  pray,  thou  prayest,  too— 

Thy  prayer  is  all  for  me ; 
But  when  I  sleep,  thou  sleepest  not 

But  watchest  patiently. 


212  BABBATH    SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

ACROSS  THE  RIVER. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  8.] 
Ab,  yes  I  there's  a  fairer  zone, 
Where  sin  and  sorrow  are  unknown  ; 
"Where  weary  souls  find  peaceful  rest, 
And  all  that  love  the  Lord  are  blest. 
'Tis  just  across  the  river, 
The  narrow,  narrow  river, 
'Tis  just  across  the  river 
Upon  the  other  shore ; 
And  there  upon  the  other  shore 
We  hope  to  meet  to  part  no  more, 
And  dwell  with  God  forever, 
And  dwell  with  God  forever. 

Ah,  yes  1  there's  a  purer  chme. 
Beyond  the  clouds  that  darken  Time; 
A  world  of  perfect  joy  and  love. 
Where  saints  and  angels  live  above. 
'Tis  just  across  the  river,  etc. 

Then  gird  up  our  loins  and  go, 
Forsaking  all  things  here  below, 
No  earthly  pleasure  can  compare. 
With  bliss  we  may  in  heaven  share. 
'Tis  just  across  the  river,  etc. 

THE  THRONE  OF  GRACE, 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  13.] 
Sweet  is  the  precious  gift  of  prayer, 

To  bow  before  a  throne  of  grace; 
To  leave  our  every  burden  there, 

And  gain  new  strength  to  run  our  race ; 
To  gird  our  heavenly  armor  on. 
Depending  on  the  Lord  alone. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  213 

And  sweet  the  whisper  of  his  love, 

"When  conscience  sinks  beneath  its  load, 

That  bids  our  guilty  fears  remove, 
And  points  to  Christ's  atoning  blood. 

Oh  then  'tis  sweet  indeed  to  know 

God  can  be  just  and  gracious  too. 

Sweet  is  the  peace  that  Jesus  gives 
When  all  around  is  dressed  in  gloom  ; 

'Tis  sweet  to  know  the  Saviour  lives 
When  friends  are  hurried  to  the  tomb, 

And  those  we  love  are  snatched  away 

Like  flowers  that  wither  in  a  day. 

But,  0,  to  see  our  Saviour's  face. 

From  sin  and  sorrow  to  be  freed, 
To  dwell  in  his  divine  embrace — 

This  will  be  sweeter  far  indeed  I 
The  fairest  form  of  earthly  bliss 
Is  less  than  nought,  compared  with  this. 


THE  GOLDEN  RULE. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  28.] 
While  our  hearts  are  light,  and  our  homes  are  bright, 

And  the  sun  is  smiliog  o'er  us. 
We  come  to  learn  of  a  brighter  path, 

To  a  better  land  before  us; 
Of  a  royal  road  to  that  blest  abode, 

Of  love  and  joy  and  beauty, 
And  the  golden  rule  of  our  Sunday  school 
Is  the  upward  path  of  duty. 
We  will  follow  the  Golden  Rule, 
We  will  follow  the  Golden  Rule, 
We  will  follow,  follow,  follow,  follow, 
Follow  the  Golden  Rule. 


214  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

"We  will  love  our  neighbors  as  ourselves, 

We  will  treat  them  like  our  brothers, 
And  as  we  wish  they  should  do  to  us, 

So  we  will  do  to  others. 
And  thus  obey  from  day  to  day 

That  law  so  full  of  beauty, 
For  the  Golden  Eule  of  our  Sunday  school 

Is  the  royal  road  of  duty, 
"We  will  follow  the  Golden  Rule,  etc. 


GLADLY  MEETING. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  25.] 

Gladly  meeting, 
Kindly  greeting, 
On  this  holy  Sabbath  day, 
Sinful  thoughts  be  all  forsaken, 
Every  seat  in  quiet    taken, 
Let  each  heart  to  God  awaken, 
"While  we  sing  and  pray. 

Gladly  meeting, 
Kindly  greeting, 
Let  us  all  unite  in  heart, 
"While  the  throne  we're  all  addressing, 
And  our  sinful  ways  confessing, 
Let  us  seek  a  heavenly  blessing, 
Ere  we  here  depart. 

Gladly  meeting. 
Kindly  greeting, 
As  each  Sabbath  shall  return, 
May  our  minds  by  study  brighten, 
May  our  aspirations  heii^hten, 
And  may  grace  our  souls  enlighten, 
"While  we  strive  to  learn. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYM]^S.  215 

WATCH  AND  PRAY. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  54.] 
"Watch,  for  the  time  is  short ; 

Watch,  while  'tis  called  to-day; 
"Watch,  lest  the  world  prevail ; 

"Watch,  christiaD,  watch  and  pray ; 
"Watch,  for  the  flesh  is  weak ; 

"Watch,  for  the  foe  is  strong ; 
"Watch,  lest  the  bridegroom  come; 
Watch,  though  He  tarry  long. 
0,  watch  and  pray, 
0,  watch  and  pray, 
0,  watch  and  pray,  ' 
0,  watch  and  pray, 
0,  watch  in  the  darkness, 
And  watch  in  the  day; 
Christian,  watch  and  pray. 

Chase  slumber  from  thine  eyes ; 

Chase  doubting  from  thy  breast; 
Thine  is  the  promised  prize 

Of  heaven's  eternal  rest ; 
"Watch,  christian,  watch  and  pray ; 

Thy  Saviour  watched  for  thee ; 
Till  from  his  brow  they  poured 

Great  drops  of  agoay. 
0,  watch  and  pray,  etc. 

Take  Jesus  for  thy  trust ; 

"Watch,  watch  forever  more ; 
W^atch,  for  thou  soon  must  sleep 

"W^ith  thousands  gone  before; 
Now,  when  thy  sun  is  up, 

Now,  while  'tis  called  to-day, 
Now  is  accepted  time; 

"Watch,  christian,  watch  and  pray. 
0,  watch  and  pray,  etc. 


216  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

JEWELS, 

[Front  Fresh  Laurels,  page  65.] 

When  He  cometh,  when  He  cometh, 

To  make  up  his  jewels, 
All  his  jewels,  precious  jewels, 
His  loved  and  his  own. 

Like  the  stars  of  the  morning, 
His  bright  crown  adorning', 
They  shall  shine  in  their  beauty, 
Bright  gems  for  his  crown. 

He  will  gather,  He  will  gather, 
The  gems  for  his  kingdom  ; 

All  the  pure  ones,  all  the  bright  ones, 
His  lov'd  and  his  own. 
Like  the  stars,  etc. 

Little  children,  little  children, 
Who  love  their  Redeemer, 

Are  the  jewels,  precious  jewels, 
His  loved  and  his  own. 
Like  the  stars,  etc. 


THE  BEAUTIFUL  TREE  OF  LIFE, 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  15.] 

On  a  hill  stands  a  beautiful  tree. 

Its  fruit  is  all  golden  and  fair, 
And  its  shade  and  its  treasures  are  free, 

I'or  all  who  may  thither  repair. 
Its  leaves,  ever  green,  do  not  die, 

Its  flowers  with  fragrance  abound, 
Its  splendor  enraptures  the  eye. 

Its  branches  with  music  resound. 

Its  branches  with  music  resound. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  217 

Though  thousands  by  night  and  by  day 

Have  feasted  and  gathered  in  store, 
Have  borne  its  rich  bounties  away 

Its  fullness  remains  evermore, 
0,  what  is  its  name?  who  can  tell? 

And  the  hill,  where,  0,  where  can  it  be? 
By  thy  side  I  will  haste  me  to  dwell, 

0  wonderful — beautiful  tree. 

On  Zion's  fair  mount  you  behold 

Its  form  in  bright  grandeur  arise. 
There  glitter  its  green  and  its  gold, 

There  lifts  its  tall  head  to  the  skies: 
'Twas  planted  by  Infinite  love. 

From  the  hills  everlasting  it  came. 
Truth  Eternal,  they  call  it  above ; 

But,  Bible,  on  earth,  is  its  name. 


WELCOME  TO  THE  SABBATH. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  55.] 
"Welcome,  welcome,  day  of  rest, 

Sweet  relief  from  every  care. 
Grateful  to  the  weary  breast 

Are  the  joys  thy  moments  bear ; 
God  of  love,  thy  grace  impart. 

Comfort  every  mourniog  heart, 
God  of  love,  thy  grace  impart. 

Comfort  every  mourning  heart. 

"Welcome,  welcome,  Sabbath  bells, 

Chiming  on  the  fragrant  air. 
Pealing  o'er  the  flowery  dells. 

Calling  to  the  house  of  prayer: 
Those  who  long  the  way  have  trod, 
Those  who  love  to  worship  God. 


218  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYilNS. 

Precious  words  of  life  we  hear, 
From  our  pastor's  lips  they  fall, 

Strains  of  music  greet  our  ear, 
Lord,  we  praise  thy  name  for  all; 

On  the  wings  of  faith  we  rise 

Upward  to  our  native  skies. 

When  these  mortal  scenes  drcay, 
"When  the  toils  of  earth  are  past, 

Jesus,  may  we  hear  thee  say, 
"Welcome,  faithful  ones,  at  last; 

Of  my  Father  you  are  blest, 

Enter  now  eternal  rest." 

TRAVELING  HOME. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  70.] 
Saviour,  thy  word  a  lamp  shall  be, 

Guidinsr  my  feet  to  Zion ; 
Lighting  the  path  that  leads  to  thee, 
Cheering  the  way  to  Zion. 

Traveling  home,  traveling  home, 
Traveling  home  to  Zion  ; 
Traveling  home,  we're  traveling  home 
To  dwell  forever  more. 

Saviour,  I  tread  the  heavenly  road. 
Singing  and  filled  with  pleasure  ; 

Looking  by  faith  to  thine  abode, 
Seeking  a  glorious  treasure. 
Traveling  home,  etc. 

When  I  am  weak  and  templed  here, 

Lonely  my  way  pursuing. 
Saviour,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  near, } 

Vigor  and  strength  renewing. 
Travehng  home,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  219 

Saviour,  with  all  thy  saints  above, 

Close  by  the  shining:  river ; 
Soon  shall  I  meet  the  friends  I  love, 

Singing  thy  praise  forever. 
Traveling  home,  etc. 


LIGHT  AND  COMFORT. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  35.] 

Light  and  Comfoit  of  my  soul, 
When  the  billows  o'er  me  roll ; 
Thou  dost  bid  me  in  thy  word, 
Cast  my  burden  on  the  Lord, 
Jesus,  Saviour  once  betrayed. 
Sacrifice  for  sinners  made ; 
Wretched,  lost,  to  thee  I  fly. 
Save,  0  save  me,  or  I  die. 

Lord,  my  soul  in  tears  would  mourn, 
All  the  anguish  thou  hast  borne, 
In  the  garden  I  would  be, 
Lonely  watcher  still  with  thee. 
Thou  hast  suffered,  thou  hast  bled, 
Thorns  have  pierced  thy  sacred  head, 
Jesus,  while  I  cling  to  thee, 
Let  thy  sorrow  plead  for  me, 

Mocked  and  scourged — condemned  to  die, 
On  the  cross  extended  high: 
Tenant  of  the  lonely  tomb, 
Mighty  conqueror  o'er  its  gloom, 
Crowned  victorious  God  of  love, 
To  thy  Father's  home  above : 
Grant  my  soul  a  place  at  last, 
When  the  storms  of  life  are  past. 


220  6ABBATII    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

ENCOURAGEMENT. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  58.] 
0  teacher,  sad  and  weary, 

Because  thy  work  seems  vaiD, 
Look  from  thyself  to  Jesus, 

And  thou  wilt  hope  again. 
Perchance  thou  art  discouraged, 

That  yet  no  fruit  appears; 
But  ere  the  joyful  harvest, 
The  seed  is  sown  in  tears. 
Sown  in  tears,  sown  in  tears, 
The  seed  is  sown  in  tears. 

Hast  thou  so  soon  forgotten 

The  promise  of  thy  Lord, 
That  none  for  him  who  labor 

Shall  fail  of  their  reward! 
If  thus  thou  pray  and  labor, 

Immortal  souls  to  win. 
Thou  at  thy  Lord's  appearing, 

Bright  as  the  stars  shall  shine, 
•    Bright  as  the  stars  shall  shine. 

IF  WE  KNEW. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  56.] 
If  we  knew  when  walking  thoughtless 

Through  the  crowded,  noisy  way. 
That  some  pearl  of  wondrous  whiteness 

Close  beside  our  pathway  lay, 
"We  would  pause  when  now  we  hasten, 

"We  would  often  look  around, 
Lest  our  careless  feet  should  trample 

Some  rare  jewel  in  the  ground. 

Lest  our  careless  feet  should  trample, 

-  Some  rare  jewel  in  the  ground. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  221 

If  we  knew  what  forms  were  fainting 

For  the  shade  that  we  should  fling, 
If  we  knew  what  lips  were  parching 

For  the  water  we  should  bring, 
"We  would  haste  with  eager  footsteps, 

We  would  work  with  willing  hands, 
Bearing  cups  of  cooling  water, 

Planting  rows  of  shading  palms. 

If  we  knew  when  friends  around  us, 

Closely  press  to  say  "  good  bye," 
Which  among  the  lips  that  kiss  us, 

First  should  'neath  the  daisies  li6. 
We  would  clasp  our  arms  around  them. 

Looking  on  them  through  our  tears. 
Tender  words  of  love  eternal 

We  would  whisper  in  their  ears. 

If  we  knew  what  lives  were  darkened 

By  some  thoughtless  word  of  ours, 
Which  had  ever  lain  upon  them, 

Like  the  frost  upon  the  flowers, 
0  with  what  sincere  repentings. 

With  what  anguish  of  regret, 
While  our  eyes  were  overflowing, 

We  would  cry,  "  forgive,"  "  forget." 

If  we  knew  !  alas !  and  do  we 

Ever  care  or  seek  to  know. 
Whether  bitter  herbs  or  roses 

In  our  neighbors'  gardens  grow? 
God  forgive  us!  lest  hereafter 

Our  hearts  break  to  hear  him  say 
"  Careless  child,  I  never  knew  you, 

From  my  presence  flee  away." 


220  BABBATH    SCHOOL    HYiMNS. 

ENCOURAGEMENT. 

[From  Fresli  Laurels,  page  58.] 
0  teacher,  sad  and  weary, 

Because  thy  work  seema  vaiD, 
Look  from  thyself  to  Jesus, 

And  thou  wilt  hope  again. 
Perchance  thou  art  discouraged, 

That  yet  no  fruit  appears; 
But  ere  the  joyful  harvest, 
The  seed  is  sown  in  tears. 
Sown  in  tears,  sown  in  tears, 
The  seed  is  sown  in  tears. 

Hast  thcu  so  soon  forgotten 

The  promise  of  thy  Lord, 
That  none  for  him  who  labor 

Shall  fail  of  their  reward  I 
If  thus  thou  pray  and  labor. 

Immortal  souls  to  win. 
Thou  at  thy  Lord's  appearing, 

Bright  as  the  stars  shall  shine, 
■    Bright  as  the  stars  shall  shine. 

IF  WE  KNEW. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  56.] 

If  we  knew  when  walking  thoughtless 

Through  the  crowded,  noisy  way, 
That  some  pearl  of  wondrous  whiteness 

Close  beside  our  pathway  lay, 
"We  would  pause  when  now  we  hasten, 

"We  would  often  look  around. 
Lest  our  careless  feet  should  trample 

Some  rare  jewel  in  the  ground. 

Lest  our  careless  feet  should  trample, 
-  Some  rare  jewel  in  the  ground. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  221. 

If  we  knew  what  forms  were  fainting 

For  the  shade  that  we  should  fling, 
If  we  knew  what  lips  were  parching 

For  the  water  we  should  bring, 
"We  would  haste  with  eager  footsteps, 

"We  would  work  with  willing  hands, 
Bearing  cups  of  cooling  water, 

Planting  rows  of  shadiog  palms. 

If  we  knew  when  friends  around  us, 

Closely  press  to  say  "  good  bye," 
"Which  among  the  lips  that  kiss  us, 

First  should  'neath  the  daisies  li6, 
"We  would  clasp  our  arms  around  them. 

Looking  on  them  through  our  tears, 
Tender  words  of  love  eternal 

"We  would  whisper  in  their  ears. 

If  we  knew  what  lives  were  darkened 

By  some  thoughtless  word  of  ours, 
"Which  had  ever  lain  upon  them, 

Like  the  frost  upon  the  flowers, 
0  with  what  sincere  repentings, 

"With  what  anguish  of  regret, 
"While  our  eyes  were  overflowing, 

"We  would  cry,  "  forgive,"  "  forget." 

If  we  knew  !  alas !  and  do  we 

Ever  care  or  seek  to  know, 
"Whether  bitter  herbs  or  roses 

In  our  neighbors'  gardens  grow? 
Grod  forgive  us!  lest  hereafter 

Our  hearts  break  to  hear  him  say 
"  Careless  child,  I  never  knew  you, 

From  my  presence  flee  away." 


222  SABBATU    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

JEEUSALEM  THE  GOLDEK. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  87.] 
Jerusalem  the  golden, 

"With  milk  and  honey  blest, 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  to  rest. 
I  know  not — Oh !  I  know  not 

"What  joys  await  me  there, 
"What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  bliss  beyond  compare. 

They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

All  jubilant  with  soog, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  martyr  throng. 
There  is  the  throne  of  David, 

And  there,  from  toil  released, 
The  shout  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  song  of  them  that  feast. 

And  they  who,  with  their  Leader, 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight. 
Forever  and  forever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 
Oh,  land  that  seest  no  sorrow. 

Oh,  state  that  fear'st  no  strife. 
Oh,  royal  land  of  flowers, 

Oh,  realms  and  home  of  life  1 

Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

The  home  of  God's  elect. 
Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  country. 

That  eager  hearts  expect ! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest, 
"Who  art,  with  God  the  Father 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  223 

LORD'S  DAY. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  88.] 

Christ,  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day, 

Glory  hallelujah ! 
Our  triumphant  holy  day, 

Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord. 
He  who  died  upon  the  cross, 

Glory  hallelujah! 
Suffered  to  redeem  our  loss, 

Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord ! 
Hallelujah!  hallelujah! 
Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 

Glory  hallelujah ! 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won: 

Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord. 
Lo!  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er. 

Glory  hallelujah ! 
Lo  !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more, 

Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord  I 
Hallelujah!  etc. 

Yain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Christ  has  burst  the  sates  of  hell: 

Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise; 
Christ  hath  opened  Paradise. 
Hallelujah!  etc. 

Lives  again  our  glorious  King ; 

"Where,  0  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save  ; 

"Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave? 
Hallelujah !  etc. 


226  SABBATH    SCHOOL    nYl^CN-S. 

Arise,  arise,  poor  sinner. 
The  Spirit  bids  you  come 

And  seek  in  heaven  a  land  of  rest, 
Sweet  land  of  rest. 

The  christian's  native  home. 

Arise,  arise,  poor  sinner. 

Your  Father's  voice  now  hear; 

He  says  your  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
All,  all  forgiven ; 

My  son,  be  of  good  cheer. 


COME,  O  COME. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  80.] 

Come,  0  come,  our  festive  day  returning. 

Filled  with  joy,  its  rosy  light  we  see ; 
God  of  love,  our  hearts  with  rapture  burning. 
Breathe,  in  a  grateful  song,  our  homage  to  thee. 
Here  once  again  our  mingled  voices  swelling; 
Here  with  delight  we  love  thy  praise  to  sing. 
"We  will  rejoice,  of  all  thy  goodness  telling, 
Oh,  be  thou  exalted  high,  our  Saviour  and  King. 

Come,  0  come,  the  flowers  with  verdure  teeming, 
Bless  the  hand  that  made  ihe  forms  so  gay ; 

Come,  0  come,  the  sun  with  luster  beaming. 

Crowns  with  a  happy  smile  our  high  festive  day. 
Here  once  again,  etc. 

Come,  0  Come,  the  day  is  now  before  us, 

Not  a  cloud  to  dim  its  golden  ray ; 
Angel  eyes  from  heaven  are  bendiog  o'er  us. 

Gilding  the  tranquil  hours  with  joy  while  they  stay. 
Here  once  again,  etc. 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  HTSLN'S.        227 

SABBATH  SCHOOL  PRAYER. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  99.] 
How  great  is  the  blessing  of  Sabbath  school  prayer, 
And  how  good  for  the  christian  it  is  to  be  there ; 
Away  from  temptation,  from  error  and  wrong, 
"Where   the  mourner  finds   comfort,  the  weak  are  made 

strong ; 
The  blessed  place  of  prayer,  'tis  sweet  to  be  there. 

"We  read  in  the  Bible  that  prayer  shall  prevail, 
That  with  earnest  petition  no  good  thing  shall  fail ; 
Then  is  it  not  precious  when  burdened  with  care. 
To  enjoy  the  rich  blessing  of  Sabbath  school  prayer? 
The  blessed  place  of  prayer,  'tis  sweet  to  be  there. 

Let  teachers  and  scholars  look  upward  to-day. 

And  give  thanks  to  the  Father  who  taught  them  to  pray; 

Who  gives  them  all  favor,  but  none  to  compare 

With  the  heavenly  blessing  of  Sabbath  school  prayer. 

The  blessed  place  of  prayer,  'tis  sweet  to  be  there. 

PISGAH'S  MOUNTAIN. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  78.] 
Joyful  away  to  Pisgah's  mountain, 

Borne  on  the  wings  of  faith  we  soar. 
Sweetly  we  hear  the  echo  ringing, 
Happy  voices  on  the  other  shore. 
Hark  I  they  sing  in  the  bright  vales  of  Eden, 

Songs  of  praise  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain ; 
Round  his  throne  with  the  martyrs  they  gather 
There  united  forever  to  reign. 

Would  you  sit  by  the  banks  of  the  river 
With  the  friends  you  have  loved  by  your  side, 
Would  you  join  in  the  songs  of  the  angels? 
Then  be  ready  to  follow  your  guide. 


228  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Christians,  behold  the  hill  of  Zion, 

See  where  our  purest  treasure  lies. 
"Work  for  the  Lord  whate'er  our  trials, 

0,  be  faithful,  we  shall  win  the  prize. 
Crowned  with  light  in  a  mansion  of  beauty, 

We  shall  dwell  with  the  pure  and  the  blest, 
"We  shall  sing  with  the  faithful  in  glory, 

"Where  the  weary  forever  shall  rest. 
Would  you  sit,  etc. 

"We're  pressing  on  with  eager  longing. 

Pressing  toward  the  swelling  tide  ; 
Jesus  will  bear  us  safely  over. 

We  shall  anchor  on  the  other  side. 
Saved  by  grace  to  his  kingdom  exalted, 

"When  the  billows  of  Jordan  are  passed, 
"We  shall  sing  with  the  friends  we  have  cherished, 

Glory,  glory,  we're  home,  home  at  last. 
Would  you  sit,  etc. 


GRAND  MILLENIUM  SONG. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  90.] 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  wilderness  shall  bloom. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  wilderness  shall  bloom, 
And  Zion's  children  then  shall  sing, 

*'  The  deserts  all  are  blossoming:" 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  Is  coming. 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  wilderness  shall  bloom, 
The  Gospel  banner,  wide  unfurled, 

Shall  wave  in  triumph  o'er  the  world; 
And  every  creature,  bond  and  free, 

Shall  hail  the  glorious  jubilee. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  229 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  Jerusalem  shall  sing; 
From  Zion  shall  the  law  go  forth. 

And  all  shall  hear  from  south  to  north : 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  Jerusalem  shall  sing ; 
And  truth  shall  sit  on  every  hill. 

And  blessings  flow  in  every  rill. 
And  praise  shall  every  heart  employ, 

And  every  voice  shall  shout  with  joy : 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  Jerusalem  shall  sing. 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  Prince  of  Peace  shall  reign, 
And  lambs  shall  with  the  leopard  play. 

For  nought  shall  harm  in  Zion's  way: 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  Prince  of  Peace  shall  reign. 
The  sword  and  spear,  of  needless  worth, 

Shall  prune  the  tree  and  plough  the  earth, 
And  peace  shall  smile  from  shore  to  shore, 

And  nations  shall  learn  war  no  more: 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  Prince  of  Peace  shall  reign. 

THE  PORT  OF  PEACE, 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  106.] 
"WTiere,  0  where,  is  yon  vessel  going. 

See  her  now  on  the  waters  blue ; 
All  her  sails  in  the  breeze  are  floating, 
Hear  the  song  of  her  gallant  crew. 

Haste  on  board,  'tis  the  Captain  calling, 
"We  are  waiting,  we  are  waiting. 
Precious  souls  we  are  bearing  onward, 
Joyful  to  the  port  of  peace, 
Joyful  to  the  blessed  port  of  peace. 


230  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

MHlions  now  to  that  vessel  flocking, 
Young  and  old  on  the  deck  they  stand ; 

Yet  there's  room  and  a  hearty  welcome, 
Passage  free  to  the  promised  land. 
Haste  on  board,  etc. 

Praise  the  Lord,  'tis  the  old  ship  Zion, 

Jesus  is  her  Captain's  name ; 
Colors  bright  from  her  mast  are  flying, 

We  have  heard  of  her  noble  fame. 
Haste  on  board,  etc. 

Quick !  on  board,  she  has  welgh'd  her  anchor, 
Quick  !  on  board,  for  the  wind  is  fair; 

"World  adieu,  we  are  sailing  onward. 

Heaven's  our  home,  and  our  hearts  are  there. 
Haste  on  board,  etc. 


EVENING  PRAYER. 

[From  Fresh.  Laurels,  page  103.] 

Jesus,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  us ; 

Bless  thy  little  lambs  to-night : 
Through  the  darkness  be  thou  near  us : 

Keep  us  safe  till  morning  light. 

All  this  day  thy  hand  has  led  us. 
And  we  thank  thee  for  thy  care ; 

Thou  hast  clothed  us,  warmed  us,  fed  us, 
Listen  to  our  evening  prayer  1 

May  our  sins  be  all  forgiven ; 

Bless  the  friends  we  love  so  well ; 
Take  us,  when  we  die,  to  heaven, 

Happy  there  with  thee  to  dwell. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  231 

A  SABBATH  SCHOOL  IN  HEAVEN. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  118.] 
Dear  Father,  grant  our  earnest  prayer, 

While  here  we  meekly  bow  before  thee, 
That  those  committed  to  our  care 

May  in  a  brighter  world  adore  thee : 
And  should  the  sweet  and  glorious  sound 

Of  "  welcome  home"  to  us  be  given  ; 
Ob,  what  a  glorious  sight  'twould  be 

To  see  our  Sabbath-school  in  heaven, 
To  see  our  Sabbath- school  in  heaven. 

Oh,  may  we  true  and  faithful  prove, 

To  those  young  souls  so  weak  and  tender, 
That  we  in  that  eternal  day, 

To  God  a  just  account  may  render : 
And  when  we  lay  us  down  to  die, 

And  life's  frail  cord  at  last  is  riven ; 
May  we  with  shining  garments  meet 

This  much  lov'd  Sabbath-school  in  heaven. 
This  much  lov'd  Sabbath- school  in  heaven. 

THE  HAPPY  TIME. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  119.] 
0  the  happy  time  is  coming 

When  the  gospel  trumpet's  sound, 
Shall  be  heard  by  every  nation, 

To  the  earth's  remotest  bound* 
When  the  vale  shall  be  exalted, 
And  the  verdant  hills  rejoice, 
And  the  ocean  join  the  chorus,  ' 
With  a  loud  triumphant  voice. 
Lo  I  the  morning  light  will  break. 
And  the  day  is  drawing  nigh. 
Yes,  a  glorious  time  is  coming  soon, 
We  shall  hail  it  by  and  by. 


232  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

0  the  happy  time  is  coming 

"When  the  cry  of  war  shall  cease, 
And  the  standard  of  our  Saviour, 

Be  the  olive  branch  of  peace; 
Underneath  our  vine  and  fig  tree 

"We  will  never  be  afraid, 
There  is  none  will  dare  molest  us, 

In  their  calm  and  quiet  shade. 

Lo  I  the  morning  light  will  break  etc. 

0  the  happy  time  is  coming 

By  our  fathers  once  foretold, 
It  is  promised  in  the  Bible, 

It  was  sung  by  prophets  old  : 
They  who  sit  in  heathen  darkness, 

Soon  the  morning-  light  shall  see, 
And  the  world  with  songs, of  triumph. 

Hail  the  glorious  jubilee. 

Lo !  the  morning  light  will  break,  etc. 


WHAT  SHALL  I  DO  WITH  JESUS? 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  116.] 

What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus, 

The  Christ  who  may  be  mine  ? 
Accept  him  as  my  Saviour, 
Or  spurn  the  gift  divine? 
His  only  Son  God  gave  me — 

I  must,  I  do  decide ; 
And  Christ  I  take  to  save  me, 
Or  Christ  is  now  denied. 

••  What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus  ?" 
I'll  give  my  heart  to  Jesus ! 
Upon  the  tree  on  Calvary, 
He  gave  his  life  for  me. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  233 

"What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus. 

The  precious  Lamb  of  God? 
I  cast  my  soul  upon  him — 

He  bathes  it  in  his  blood ; 
I'll  gratefully  confess  him 

Before  the  vile  and  just ; 
My  ransomed  powers  shall  bless  him, 

My  sure  and  only  irusf. 

"  What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus  ?"  etc. 

"What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus? 

For  him  the  cross  I'll  take ; 
All  earthly  losses  suffer, 

Ere  I  the  Lord  forsake 
In  scenes  of  joy  and  sighing, 

His  love  shall  bs  the  same; 
While  living  and  in  dying 

I'll  glory  in  his  name. 

"What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus?"  etc. 

What  now  I  do  with  Jesus, 

When  this  brief  life  is  past, 
With  me  will  be  remembered 

Before  his  bar  at  last. 
He  will  not  then  disown  me 

With  those  who  hate  and  scoff; 
At  his  right  hand  he'll  crown  me — 

He  will  not  cast  me  off. 

"  What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus  ?"  etc. 


JACOB'S   PRAYER. 

[P'rom  Fresh  Laurels,  page  92.] 
All  night  loDg  till  break  of  day, 

Jacob  wept  his  bitter  prayer, 
Till  the  Angel  on  his  way, 

Christ  the  Angel  blest  him  there. 


234  SABBATH   SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

I'm  a  needy  sinner  too, 

Torn  with  auguish,  guilt  and  fears, 
I  to  Jesus  too  will  go, 

Go  and  bathe  Ms  feet  with,  tears. 

Jesus,  at  thy  cross  I  lie 

All  night  long  till  break  of  day ; 
Perish  here  if  I  must  die — 

Unforgiven,  go  not  away. 
Saviour,  wilt  thou  take  my  heart  ? 

It  is  all  I  have  to  give. 
Sin-defiled  in  every  part, 

Such  a  gift  wilt  thou  receive  ? 

Oh,  how  kindly  Jesus  spake  : 

"  Go  in  peace — all  is  forgiven. 
Wilt  thou  all  for  me  forsake. 

Love,  and  follow  me  to  heaven  ?" 
Jesus,  I  thy  goodness  bless, 

And  with  wondering  love  adore  ; 
Let  me  never  love  thee  less, 

Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more. 


DEDICATION   HYMN. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  96.] 

"We  dedicate  to  Jesus 

Our  pleasant  Sabbath  home ; 
'Twas  ours,  we  freely  give  it 

To  him,  and  Him  alone. 
And  0,  whene'er  we  gather 

Within  these  sacred  walls, 
Be  His  the  smile  that  greets  us« 

And  His  the  voice  that  calls, 
Be  His  the  smile  that  greets  us, 

And  His  the  voice  that  calls. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  '236 

'Tis  strange  the  King  of  Glory, 

The  Head  of  Angel  Bands, 
Should  deign  to  dwell  among  ua 

In  temples  made  with  hands. 
But  we  have  felt  his  presence 

And  still  the  promise  claim, 
That  he  will  be  wherever 

"We  gather  in  his  name. 

"We  give  ourselves  to  Jesus, 

Our  talents  and  our  time ; 
Thy  tender  love  constrains  us, 

And  we  would  fain  be  thine. 
0  give  us  strength  to  labor 

Till  life's  brief  hour  is  past. 
And  grant  each  child  and  teacher 

A  atarry  crown  at  last. 

BLESSED   ARE   THE   PEOPLE. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  100.] 
Blessed  are  the  people  that  know  the  joyful  sound, 
Still  with  peace  and  plenty  they  are  crowned ; 
God  is  ever  with  them,  their  refuge  and  their  might, 
They  shall  dwell  together  in  his  holy  light. 

Praise  him  ye  nations,  great  is  your  King; 

Under  the  shadow  of  his  wing, 

He  will  keep  you  safely 

From  the  tempter's  snare, 

Evil  cannot  harm  you. 

Cannot  harm  you  there. 

Blessed  are  the  people  whose  trust  is  in  tho  Lord, 
"Walking  in  tne  council  of  his  word  ; 
They  shall  be  exalted  who  love  his  holy  name, 
They  shall  never,  never  seek  his  face  in  vain. 
Praise  him  ye  nations,  etc. 


236       SABBATH  SCHOOL  HYMN'S. 

Blessed  are  the  people  who  on  his  arm  repose, 
Looking  to  the  hills  whence  comfort  flows ; 
They  shall  grow  and  flourish  who  in  his  strength  abide, 
Lilse  the  trees  that  blossom  by  the  river's  side. 
Praise  him  ye  nations,  etc. 

Blessed  are  the  people  who  knov/  the  joyful  sound, 
Still  with  peace  and  plenty  they  are  crowned : 
God  is  ever  with  them,  their  refuge  and  their  might, 
They  shall  dwell  together  in  his  holy  light. 
Praise  him  ye  nations,  etc. 

THE  SHINING  HILLS   OF  GLORY, 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  117.] 
0  come  to  the  hills  of  glory, 

And  leave  this  gloomy  vale  of  sin, 
The  gate  of  grace  stands  open, 
And  you  may  enter  in. 
The  shining  hills  of  glory, 
How  brightly  do  they  stand, 
"We'll  soon  be  there  together. 
All  safe  at  God's  right  hand. 
Safe,  safe,  safe, 
All  safe  at  God's  right  hand. 

0  come  to  the  hills  of  glory, 

0  come,  where  endless  pleasures  reign. 

Lay  down  your  heavy  burden 
Of  grief,  and  care,  and  pain. 
The  shining  hills  of  glory,  etc. 

0  come  to  the  hills  of  glory, 

"Why  will  you  linger  trifling  here. 
The  blessed  Saviour  calls  you, 

The  friend  who  loves  you  dyar. 
The  shining  hills  of  glory,  etc. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  237 

0  come  to  the  hills  of  glory, 

By  angel  footsteps  gently  trod, 
There  you  may  dwell  forever, 

In  blessed  peace  with  God. 
The  shining  hills  of  glory,  etc. 


HOLY   SABBATH. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  93.] 

Holy  Sabbath,  happy  morning, 

Joyfullj^  the  bells  we  hear. 
Sweetly  calling,  gently  calling 

Us  to  praise  and  prayer. 
Sweetly  soundine:  through  each  street, 

And  floating  on  the  quiet  air. 
Comes  the  dear  familiar  greeting, 

Calling  us  to  prayer. 

Holy  Sabbath,  glad  young  voices, 

Welcome  you  with  joyous  song, 
"While  the  aged  heart  rejoices 

With  the  youthful  throng. 
May  the  light  of  this  blest  morning. 

Every  youthful  heart  illume 
With  a  cheerful  sacred  presence, 

That  shall  banish  gloom. 

Basking  in  the  holy  radiance 

Of  this  blessed  Sabbath  morn. 
May  the  blessed  angels  keep  us, 

Till  another  dawn. 
And  when  earth's  best,  purest  love-light 

Fadeth  from  our  sight  away, 
May  our  risen  Saviour  take  us 

To  his  endless  day. 


238  6a:bbath  school  hymens. 

JOY!    JOY!    JOY! 

[From.  Fresh  Laurels,   page  128.] 

Joy !  joy !  joy  I  there  is  joy  iu  heaven  with  the  angels ; 

Joy !  joy !  joy !  for  the  prodigal's  return  I 
He  has  come,  he  has  come, 

To  his  Father's  house  at  last; 
He  was  lost,  he  is  found, 

And  the  night  of  gloom  is  past. 
Blessed  hour  of  joy,  and  communion  sweet. 
For  his  heart  is  full  and  his  love  complete, 
His  Father  sees  him  and  hastes  to  meet, 

And  bid  him  welcome  home. 


Joyl  joy!  joy!  in  the  courts  of  heaven  resounding, 

Joy  1  joy  I  joy  I  o'er  the  prodigal's  return ; 
Hark  1  ijjie  song,  hark !  the  song, 

'Tis  a  joyful,  joyful  strain, 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home, 

To  thy  Father's  house  again. 
"While  his  eye  is  dim  with  the  falling  tears ; 
Of  repentant  grief,  over  wasted  years. 
The  pardoning  voice  of  his  Father  cheers, 

And  bids  him  welcome  home. 


Joy !  joy  1  joy !  in  the  radiant  fields  of  glory, 

Joy !  joy  I  joy  I  when  a  wandering  soul  returns  ; 
Let  us  haste,  let  us  haste, 

While  the  morning  sun  is  bright, 
Jesus  calls,  Jesus  calls. 

To  a  land  of  love  and  light. 
We  will  journey  on  till  our  pilgrim  feet 
Shall  be  found  at  last  in  the  golden  street, 
Our  glorious  Saviour  will  smile  to  greet. 

And  bid  us  welcome  home. 


SAEBATH    SCHOOL    HYMXS.  239 

I  AM  WAITING  BY   THE   mVER. 

[From  Fresh  Laurels,  page  12o.J 
I  am  waiting  by  the  river, 

And  my  heart  has  waited  long ; 
Now  I  think  I  hear  the  chorus 

Of  the  angels'  welcome  song, 
Oh !  I  see  the  dawn  is  breaking 

On  the  hill-tops  of  the  blest, 
"Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest." 

Far  away  beyond  the  shadows 

Of  this  weary  vale  of  tears. 
There  the  tide  of  bliss  is  sweeping 

Through  the  bright  and  changeless  years ; 
Oh !  I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest, 
•'"Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest." 

They  are  launching  on  the  river, 

From  the  calm  and  quiet  shore, 
And  they  soon  will  bear  my  spirit 

Where  the  weary  sigh  no  more ; 
For  the  tide  is  swiftly  flowing. 

And  I  long  to  greet  the  blest, 
•'Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest." 

SABBATH  EVENING. 

[From  the  Plymouth,  page  127.] 
Softly  fades  the  twilight  rav, 
Of  the  holy  Sabbath  day  ;  ' 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun. 
When  the  Christian's  course  is  run, 
When  the  Christian's  course  is  run. 
Chorus— Eoly  Sabbath,  softly  fading, 
Grently  as  life's  setting  sun. 


240  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Night  her  solemn  manlle  spreads, 
O'er  the  earth  as  daylight  fades; 
All  things  tell  of  calm  repose, 
At  the  holy  Sabbath's  close.— Ciio. 

Saviour,  may  our  Sabbaths  be, 

Days  of  peace  and  joy  in  thee; 

'Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose, 

"Where  the  Sabbaths  ne'er  shall  close. — Cho. 

WANDERING  STRANGER. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Bell,  No.  2,  page  161.] 
"Say,  whither,  wandering  stranger, 

Ah!  whither  dost  thou  roam? 
O'er  this  wide  world  a  ranger. 

Hast  thou  no  friend,  no  home  ?" 
"  Yes,  I've  a  Friend  who  never 

Is  absent  from  my  side 
And  I've  a  home  wherever 

In  peace  I  shall  abide." 

"But  want  and  woe  have  driven 

The  roses  from  thy  cheek ; 
And  garments  rent  and  riven, 

Thy  poverty  bespeak." 
"I've  food  with  which  the  angels 

"Would  all  delighted  be  ; 
And  robes  of  dazzling  brightness 

Are  now  awaiting  me. 

"  Come,  then,  benign  inquirer, 

And  join  me  on  my  way ; 
I'm  journeying  to  a  country 

"V\^hore  beams  an  endless  day  ; 
"Where  saints  and  angels,  falling 

Before  the  great,  white  throne, 
To  you,  to  me  are  calling, 

Haste,  pilgrim,  hasten  home." 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HTMXS.  241 

OPEN  WIDE  THE  GARDEN  GATE, 

[From  the  Plymouth,  page  194.] 
Open  wide  the  garden  gate. 

Let  the  little  wanderers  in  ; 
Let  them  now  no  longer  wait, 

Tho'  their  lives  are  soiled  by  sin. 
There  is  room  enough  for  them 

In  the  perfume-laden  bowers, 
Room  for  many  a  sparkling  gem 

'Mid  the  Gard'ner's  living  flowers. 

Take  them  from  the  sin  tossed  flood, 

Moor  them  at  the  Eden  isle  ; 
Sprinkled  with  atoning  blood, 

Theirs  shall  be  an  angel  smile. 
Shield  them  from  the  world's  stern  care, 

Guide  their  little  footsteps  right; 
Let  them  breathe  the  heavenly  air, 

Let  them  see  its  living  light 

Suflfer  them  to  come  to  Him, 

Shepherd  of  the  cherub  band; 
He  can  light  the  valley  dim, 

Leading  from  this  desert  land, 
Nurtured  with  a  kindly  care. 

All  the  weeds  of  sin  kept  down, 
Golden  fruit  their  lives  shall  bear. 

Till  they  win  the  sparkling  crown. 

And  with  golden  harps  in  hand, 

Glad'ning  all  that  blest  abode, 
They  shall  shine,  a  star-gem'd  band 

In  the  coronal  of  God. 
Open,  then,  the  garden  gate, 

Let  the  little  wanderers  in-, 
See  the  blessed  Saviour  wait — 

Wait  to  save  their  souls  from  sin. 

16 


242  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

OUR  GLAD  VOICES. 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Bell,  No.  2,  page  104.] 
Our  glad  voices  let  us  raise 

In  a  song  of  love  and  praise, 
That  we're  taught  in  wisdom's  ways, 
In  the  Sabbath  school. 
Duet — Teachers  there  with  pleasant  smile, 

Lead  our  thoughts  to  heaven  the  while, 
Chorus — Tell  us  Jesus — once  a  child, 
Cares  for  such  as  we. 

And  they  tell  us  of  his  love. 

How  he  left  his  home  above, 
Came  to  earth  his  grace  to  prove — 
Died  on  Calvary. 
Oh,  the  precious  truths  we  learn, 
May  we  all  to  Jesus  turn, 
And  our  hearts  within  us  burn, 
Burn  with  love  divine. 

Then  shall  we,  a  blood-washed  band, 
Teachers  and  dear  children,  stand, 
In  that  happy,  happy  land, 
From  the  Sabbath  school. 

To  the  Saviour's  feet  we  bring 
Our  bright  crowns,  and  then  we'll  sing, 
And  we'll  make  sweet  heaven  ring 
With  our  grateful  song. 

And  the  joyful  strain  shall  be, 
Glory,  honor,  praise  to  thee. 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  Three, 
Praise  forever  more. 

Our  glad  voices  let  us  raise, 
In  a  song  of  love  and  praise. 
That  we're  taught  in  wisdom's  ways, 
In  the  Sabbath  school. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS.  243 

PRAISE  THE  LORD. 

[From  the  Plymouth,  page  184.] 
Let  every  heart  rejoice  and  sing", 

Let  choral  anthems  rise  ; 
Ye  reverend  men  and  children,  bring 
To  God  your  sacrifice ; 
Chorus — For  he  is  good  ;  the  Lord  is  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways; 
„  With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

The  Lord  Jehovah  praise. 

"While  the  rocks  and  the  rills, 
While  the  vales  and  the  hills, 

A  glorious  anthem  raise, 
Let  each  prolong  the  grateful  song, 
And  the  God  of  our  fathers  praise, 
And  the  God  of  our  fathers  praise. 

He  bids  the  sun  to  rise  and  set ; 

In  heaven  his  power  is  known; 
And  earth,  subdued  to  him,  shall  yet 

Bow  low  before  his  throne. 
For  he  is  good,  etc. 

HERE  AM  I. 

[From  the  Evergreen,  page  102.] 
Listen,  'tis  thy  Father 

Calling  from  on  high, 
As  he  did  to  Samuel, 

From  the  midnight  sky. 
Answer,  meekly  answer. 

Father !  here  am  I, 
Father !  I  would  hear  thee. 
Love,  obey,  revere  thee. 
Be  forever  near  thee, 

Father,  here  am  I. 


24:4  SABBATH   SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Hark !  'tis  Jesus  speaking, 

Love  beams  in  his  eye, 
Calling  little  children, 

Beck'ning  infants  nigh — 
Euu  to  him  and  answer 

Saviour!  here  am  I. 
Jesu?,  kindly  take  me. 
Thine  adopted  make  me, 
Never,  Lord !  forsake  me. 

Saviour!  here  am  L 

List !  the  Spirit  whispers, 

"  "Wherefore  will  ye  die!" 
Jrom  hi3  gentle  pleading 

Do  not,  do  not  fly! 
Ere  too  late,  give  answer 

Spirit!  here  am  I. 
Father,  all  provide  me, 
Saviour,  keep  me,  hide  me. 
Spirit,  teach  me,  guide  me — 

Spirit  here  am  L 

LOWELL. 

[From  the  Plymouth,  page  33.] 

Spread,  my  soul,  thy  golden  pinions — 

Bask  in  heaven's  celestial  ray — 
Tis  a  foretaste  of  the  glories. 
Saved  for  that  eternal  day  I 
When  thy  pilgrimage  is  over, 

And  the  clouds  of  sin  are  past. 
Then  if  faithful  to  thy  mission 
Thou  shalt  reach  that  goal  at  last. 
Chorus — As  the  tide  is  flowing,  flowing. 
Onward  to  return  no  more — 
So  may  heavenly  breezes  blowing, 
"Waft  my  soul  to  Canaan's  shore  I 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMXS.  245 

Though  the  path  be  loug  and  dreary, 

And  my  way  by  thorns  beset ; 
I  will  bravely  onward  journey, 

Hopeful  of  the  blessing  yet ! 
Trusting  in  a  loving  Father ; 

One  whose  mighty  arm  is  strong; 
I  will  brave  life's  surging  billows, 

'Till  I  see  the  shining  throng  I — Cno. 

Come,  then,  all  who  seek  God's  favor — 

See  the  open  gospel  door, 
From  the  highv,'ays  and  the  hedges 

Gather  in,  ye  needy  poor! 
Gather  in,  and  taste  the  banquet. 

Spread  by  wondrous  love  divine; 
Then  shall  all  things  past  and  present. 

All  in  earth  and  heaven  be  thine  I^^Cho. 


STAND  UP,  MY  SOUL. 

[From  the  Evergreen,  page  108,] 
Stand  up,  my  soul !  shake  off  thy  fears, 

And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 
Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes; 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross. 

And  sung  their  triumph  when  he  rose. 

Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reigns. 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 
There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  Almighty  grace  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 

Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 


246  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

JESUS,  WE  THY  LAMBS  WOULD  BE, 

[From  the  Sabbath  School  Bell,  No.  2,  page  2G.] 

Jesus,  we  thy  lambs  would  be, 
Humbly  we  would  follow  thee, 
Waiting  for  the  joyful  day, 
When  all  care  will  pass  away. 
When  the  reaping  time  shall  come, 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home, 
When  the  reaping  time  shall  come, 
And  angels*  shout  the  harvest  home. 

Now  the  field  with  graiu  is  white, 
Now  the  day  is  dawning  bright, — 
Brighter  far  the  sky  will  be. 
When  our  Master  we  shall  see. 
When  the  reaping  time,  etc. 

May  we  wait,  and  watch  and  pray, 

For  the  coming  of  that  day. 
When  the  wheat  shall  sifted  be, 
And  the  chaff  be  driven  from  thee : 
When  the  reaping  time,  etc. 


AWAKE  AND  SING  THE  SONG, 

[From,  the  Evergreen,  page  27.] 

Awake  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb; 
Wake  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 
Chorus — Sing  the  song, 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb, 

Wake  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYlsnsS.  247 

Sing  of  his  dying  love, 

Sing  of  his  rising  power; 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 

For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners  sing ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 

In  Christ  the  eternal  King. 


AND  IS  IT  TRUE? 

[Fl-om  the  Evergreen,  page  107.] 

And  is  it  true  what  I  am  told. 

That  there  are  lambs  within  the  fold 
Of  God's  beloved  Son  ? 

That  Jesus  Christ,  with  tender  care, 
"Will  in  his  arms  most  gently  bear 

The  helpless  "  little  one." 

The  helpless  "httle  one." 

And  I,  a  little  straying  lamb. 

May  come  to  Jesus  as  I  am. 
Though  merit  I  have  none  ; 

May  now  be  folded  in  his  breast, 
As  birds  within  the  parent's  nest, 

And  be  his  "  little  one." 

And  be  his  "little  one." 

Others  there  are  who  love  me  too : 
But  who,  with  all  their  love,  can  do, 

TVhat  Jesus  Christ  hath  done  ? 
Then,  if  he  teaches  me  to  pray, 

I'll  surely  go  to  him,  and  say. 
Lord,  bless  thy  "little  one." 
Lord,  bless  thy  "  little  one." 


248  SABBATH    SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

I  WOULD  NOT  LIVE  ALWAY. 

[From  the  Plymouth,  page  186.] 

I  would  not  live  alway;  I  ask  not  to  stay, 
"Where  storm  after  storm  rises  darli  o'er  the  way, 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

I  would  not  live  alway  thus  fettered  by  sin, 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  wiihin ; 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

I  would  not  live  alway  ;  no,  welcome  the  tomb, 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom ; 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies.    . 

"Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  Grod, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns. 

"Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet, 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll. 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul ! 


INDEX. 


PAGE. 

A  beautiful  land  by  faith  I  see, . . . .' 75 

Above  the  waves  of  earthly  strife, 113 

A  crown  of  glory  bright, 23 

Ah  yes  !  there's  a  fairer  zone, 212 

All  hail !  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 17 

All  night  long  till  break  of  day, 233 

A  little  child  lay  dying, 57 

And  is  it  true  what  I  am  told  ? 247 

Another  year  has  passed  away, 133 

Arise,  arise,  poor  sinner, 225 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven, 2 

Asleep  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep, 183 

Awake  and  sing  the  song, 246 

Away!  away!  not  a  moment  to  linger, 170 

Beautiful  Zion,  built  above, 40 

Be  the  matter  what  it  may, 59 

Be  thou,  0  God,  exalted  high, 190 

Beyond  this  life  of  hopes  and  fears, 199 

Blessed  are  the  people  that  know  the  joyful  sound,. .  235 

Blessed  Bible !  how  I  love  it ! 53 

Blessed  Redeemer,  how  precious  thou  art, 165 

Brothers  in  the  Sabbath  school, 134 

Brother,  you  may  work  for  Jesus, 148 

Call  the  chDdren  early,  mother, 16 

Children,  can  you  truly  tell  ? 18 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to  day, 223 

Come  and  be  happy,  in  life's  early  spring, 119 

Come  and  sing  with  joy  and  gladness, 209 

Come  boys,  come  girls,  won't  you  volunteer? 2 

Come,  brothers,  onward, 129 

Come,  children,  and  join  in  our  festival  song, 204 


250  INDEX. 


PAGE. 

Come,  come  to  Jesus  ! 140 

Come  from  the  hilltop,  the  vale  and  the  glen, 151 

Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 10 

Come,  little  soldiers,  join  in  our  band, 112 

Come,  0  come,  our  festive  day  returning, ^  . .  226 

Come,  poor  pilgrim,  sad  and  weary, 50 

Come,  schoolmates,  don't  grow  weary, 55 

Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 13 

Come  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus, 58 

Come,  we  who  love  the  Lord, 146 

Dare  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true ! 21 

Dear  Father  grant  our  earnest  prayer, 231 

Dear  Saviour^  ever  at  my  side, 211 

Depth  of  mercy  can  there  be, 177 

Down  the  stream  of  life  they  glide, 204 

Fade,  fade  each  earthly  joy, 185 

Faithful  shepherd,  meek  and  mild, 73 

Far  out  upon  the  prairie, 47 

Flee  as  a  bird  to  your  mountain, 122 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 195 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 110 

From  the  cross  uplifted  high, 107 

Gladly  meeting,  kindly  greeting, 214 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken,   114 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 126 

Go  and  tell  Jesus,  weary,  sin-sick  soul, 182 

God  in  the  sunshine,  and  God  in  the  storm, 92 

Hark  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices, 121 

Hark  I  the  sweetest  notes  of  aogels  singing, 35 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation, 19 

Heaven  awakes  the  gentle  strain, ^ 102 

Here,  we  are  but  straying  pilgrims, 120 

Holy  angels  in  their  flight, 147 

Holy  Father,  thou  has  Taught  me, 27 

Holy  Sabbath,  happy  morning, 237 

Hosanna  be  the  children's  song, 188 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, Gl 


INDEX.  251 


PAGE. 

How  great  is  the  blessing  of  Sabbatli  school  prayer, .  227 

How  precious  is  the  story, 20 

How  sweet,  in  every  trying  scene, 56 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 100 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds, 108 

How  sweet  it  is  to  meet  with  companions  so  dear,. .  120 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 210 

Hushed  be  my  murmurings,  let  cares  depart, 30 

I  always  go  to  Jesus, 145 

I  am  Jesus'  little  lamb, 183 

1  am  waiting  by  the  river, 239 

If  I  were  an  angel,  with  a  bright  and  starry  crown,.  150 

If  I  were  a  sunbeam,  I  know  what  I'd  do, 41 

If  we  knev/,  when  walking  thoughtless, 220 

If  you  cannot  on  the  ocean, ; . . .  141 

I  have  a  father  in  the  promised  land, 104 

I  know  'lis  Jesus  loves  my  soul, 155 

I'll  rise  up  early  in  the  morning, 29 

I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 159 

I'm  a  lonely  traveler  here, 11 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger, ^ 96 

I'm  but  a  stranger  here, 113 

I'm  trying  to  climb  up  Zion's  hill, 38 

In  a  manger  laid  so  lowly, 172 

In  that  world  of  glory  bright, 90 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory, 13 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 179 

In  the  far  better  land  of  glory  and  light, 6 

In  the  pastures  green  of  the  blessed  isles, 100 

I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 62 

I  want  to  be  an  angel, 8 

I  will  be  good,  dear  mother, 36 

I  will  come  to  Jesus  right  away,  right  away, 162 

I  will  sing  for  Jesus 142 

I  would  not  live  alway, 248 

Jerusalem,  forever  bright, 82 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 194 


252  INDEX. 


PAGE. 

Jerusalem  the  golden, 222 

Jesus,  dear,  I  come  to  thee, 161 

Jesus,  I  come  to  thee,  a  wand'rer,  a  wand'rer, 156 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 192 

Jesus  is  our  Pilot, 80 

Jesus  is  our  Shepherd, 103 

Jesus  lead  me,  Jesus  guide  me, 163 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 203 

Jesus  loves  me  1  this  I  know, 43 

Jesus,  tender  shepherd,  hear  us, 230 

Jesus  the  water  of  life  will  give, 166 

Jesus,  we  thy  lambs  would  be, 246 

Joy  for  the  sorrowful,  strength  for  the  weak, 46 

Joyful  away  to  Pisgah's  mountain, 227 

Joyful,  joyful,  joyful,  be  our  numbers, 206 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  we  move, 104 

Joy !  joy !  joy !  there  is  joy  in  heaven  with  the  angels,  238 

Joy  to  the  sons  of  men, 69 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 45 

Kind  words  can  never  die, 207 

Let  every  heart  rejoice  and  sing, ' 243 

Light  and  comfort  of  my  soul, 219 

Listen,  'tis  thy  Father, 243 

Listen  to  the  roses, 102 

Little  pilgrim,  stay  and  tell  us, 127 

Little  schoolmates  can  you  tell, 135 

Lord  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessings, 39 

Man  the  life-boat  1  man  the  life-boat  I 42 

Marching  on !  marching  on  !  glad  as  birds  on  the  wing,  86 

Music,  sweet  music,  from  angels  above, 88 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 78 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 66 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 70 

My  heart  is  fixed,  eternal  God, 224 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less, 9 

My  latest  sun  is  sinking  fast, 48 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 149 


INDEX.  253 


PAGE. 

Never  be  afraid  to  speak  for  Jesus, 63 

No  mortal  eye  that  land  hath  seen, 60 

Nothing  either  great  or  small, 22 

Now  be  the  gospel  banner, 199 

0,  a  goodly  thing  is  the  cooling  spring, . , . . ; 24 

0  come  to  the  hills  of  glory, 236 

0,  do  not  be  discouraged, 14 

0  Eden  land,  thou  land  of  bloom, 158 

O'er  the  portals  of  mercy  these  words  are  inscribed, .  139 

Oh  1  God,  my  heart  is  faint  and  weak, 152 

Oh !  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice, 71 

Oh !  I  see  the  shining  angels, 174 

Oh !  sing  to  me  of  heaven, 132 

Oh !  there  is  a  river  whose  fresh  waters  flow, 12 

Oh  turn  ye,  oh  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye  die  ? 68 

Oh!  won't  you  be  a  Christian  while  you're  young?. .  197 

On  a  hill  stands  a  beautiful  tree, 216 

Once  more  our  youtljful  throng, 196 

Once  upon  the  heaving  ocean, 89 

One  place  is  vacant, 87 

One  there  is  above  all  others, 68 

Only  waiting  till  the  shadows, 176 

Open  wide  the  garden  gate, 241 

0  say,  can  you  see,  by  the  dawn's  early  light, 154 

0  teacher,  sad  and  weary, 220 

0  the  happy  time  is  coming, 231 

Our  glad  voices  let  us  raise, 242 

Our  heavenly  Father,  hear  us, 137 

Out  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride, 98 

0  we  are  volunteers  in  the  army  of  the  Lord, 72 

0  we're  a  band  of  brethren  dear, 131 

0  what  beauties  adorn  the  bright  Sabbath  morn, ....  14 

0,  who  is  my  neighbor  ?  pray  tell  me, 64 

Peacefully  lay  her  down  to  rest, 44 

Pilgrims  we  are  to  Canaan  bound, 191 

Preserved  by  thine  Almighty  power, 74 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 228 


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PAGK. 

Eock  of  age?,  cleft  for  me, Ill 

Eound  the  throne  in  glory, 193 

Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us, 79 

Saviour,  thy  word  a  lamp  shall  be, 218 

Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us  ? 198 

Say,  whither,  wandering  stranger, 240 

Scatter  smiles,  bright  smiles,  as  you  pass  on  your  way,  54 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river  ? 99 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river  ? 106 

Shepherds  were  tending  their  pastures  by  night, ....  93 

Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever  ? 17 

Shout  the  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 53 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message  ? 60 

Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 187 

Soft  be  the  gently  breathing  notes, 178 

Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray, 239 

Softly  she  faded,  as  fades  the  twilight, 91 

Spread,  my  soul,  thy  golden  pinions, 244 

Stand  up  my  soul !  shake  off  thy  fears, 245 

Stand  up  I  stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 123 

Strains  of  music  often  greet  me,  c 30 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  1 43 

Sweet  is  the  precious  gift  of  prayer, 212 

Sweet  land  of  rest !  for  thee  I  sigh, 31 

Sweetly  now,    and  sweetly  ever, 94 

Sweetly  sing,  sweetly  sing, 33 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 189 

Sweet  the  Sabbath  morning,  calm  and  bright  return- 
ing,   164 

Take  my  heart,  0  Father !  take  it, 205 

The  beauteous  stars  that  shine, 169 

The  Bible !  The  Bible  !  more  precious  than  gold,. . . .  225 

The  children  are  gathering  from  near  and  from  far, . .  116 

The  day  is  past  and  gone, 106 

The  golden  rule,  the  golden  rule, Ill 

The  gospel  ship  is  sailing, 27 

The  Lord  is  my  shepherd ;  I  shall  not  want, 147 


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The  merciful  Saviour,  so  loving  and  meek, 118 

The  morning  light  is  breaking, 118 

There  is  a  beautiful  world, 136 

There's  a  beautiful  home  for  thee,  brother, 114. 

There's  a  bright  unfading  crown, 97 

There  is  a  glorious  kingdom, 186 

There  is  a  happy  land 1 

There's  a  land  of  peerless  beauty, 109 

There's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee,  brother,. ...  79 

There's  a  quiet  valley, 157 

There's  a  rest  in  the  home  of  the  angels, 133 

There  is  a  glorious  world  of  light, 105 

There  is  beauty  all  around, 1 44 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 84 

There's  a  song  the  angels  sing, 115 

There  is  light  in  the  valley  once  shrouded  with  dark- 
ness,    171 

There  is  no  name  so  sweet  on  earth, 21 

The  rosy  light  is  dawning 125. 

There'll  be  something  in  heaven  for  children  to  do, . .  37 

The  Sabbath  morn,  the  Sabbath  morn, 101 

The  Sabbath  school's  a  place  of  prayer, 206 

These  many  days  'mid  storm  and  rain,   93 

The  Sunday  school,  that  blessed  place, 39 

The  valleys  and  the  mountains, 3 

This  is  not  my  place  of  resting, 81 

This  life  is  a  battle  with  Satan  and  sin, 66 

Tho'  the  days  are  dark  with  trouble, 117 

Through  a  strange  country  as  pilgrims  we  stray, ....  52 

Thro'  the  world  we  daily  roam, 26 

'Tis  sweet  to  think,  as  night  comes  on, 155 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls, 67 

To  thee,  my  God  and  Saviour, 5 

Watch,  for  the  time  is  short, 215 

Watchman,  tell  me,  does  the  morning, ' 124 

We  are  all  expecting  Christmas, 95 

"We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 5L 


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PAGE. 

"We're  going  to  a  happy  home, 175 

"We  are  going,  we  are  going, 16 

We  are  joyously  voyaging  over  the  main, 34 

"We  are  marching  on  with  shield  and  banner  bright,.  160 

"We're  marching  to  the  camp  above, 1 

We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 153 

"We're  traveling  home  to  heaven  above, 83 

"Weary  wanderer  o'er  the  main, 88 

We  come  this  day  to  praise, 130 

We  come,  we  come  with  singing, 91 

We  dedicate  to  Jesus, 234 

We  gather,  we  gather,  dear  Jesus,  to  'oring, 86 

"We've  listed  in  a  holy  war, 138 

"We  know  not  what's  before  us, 35 

"Welcome  kind  friends  and  teachers  dear, 190 

"V\^elcome,  welcome,  day  of  rest, 217 

"We  meet  again  in  gladness, 128 

"We  must  labor  while  'tis  day, 181 

We  must  never  grow  weary  doing  well,  doing  well, .  168 

"We  three  kings  of  Orient  are, 202 

We  won't  give  up  the  Bible, 201 

"What  are  those  soul  reviving  strains, 6 

"What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus  ? 232 

W^hen  He  cometh,  when  He  cometh, 216 

When  hosanuas,  loud  resounding, 180 

"VYhen  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 195 

"Where,  0  where  is  yon  vessel  going? 229 

"While  our  hearts  are  light,  and  our  homes  are  bright,  213 

"Whither,  pilgrims,  are  you  going? 25 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array  ? 32 

"Who  shall  sing  if  not  the  children  ? 45 

"Why  do  we  linger  ? 85 

"Why  should  we  covet  the  joy  of  a  day  ? 143 

"With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around, 49 

"Would  you  be  as  angels  are ? 70 

Ye  valiant  soldiers  of  the  cross, 209 


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